Wanderlust

Bespoken highways gathering dust, o'er the noontide
Sunbeams dreaming forth a fury of the wilder realm
I have long known the end of this road being walked
Yet what sense can calm the mind's furious preying
Dirty by lanes retreating from the core of confusion
Seeking that which never was lost, always obscure
Recover the covert light and cleanse the dark past
Of frustrations and feelings of contempt, also pain
What was written as a stray case of claustrophobia
Is nothing but the relentless pursuit of singularity
The oneness of all being and the truth behind all lies
Mystical proportions attributed to our simple lives
That Gods of war and the Demons of change rule
An impending doom for the species of an ignorance
Every step into the strange terrains of existence
Taken with the sole initiative to uncover purpose
Strides of glory are these that shall never falter
Raising the mist of glorious years trailing together
Vengeance is the way of life for the fools surviving
The onslaught of Time's pitiless foray into destiny
Each day just lived an died on a whim of pleasure
And so that life of wanton ills and bloody thrills
Have I forsook for the final journey of deliverance
My soul has resorted to the life of an adventurer
No intentions ever, to stop till the Heart is found
Till then this wayfarer shall know no rest, respite
Nor the roads of men choosing to live in ignorance
Roam till the ends of the mindspere, finding reality
Such are the musings of the sufferer of wanderlust