Don't worry,
I am staying on the true path
where my intentions
have no plan to look back.
Hands tied fast
to infinity that lies ahead,
I see no sense in taking
a different trail-
my helmet is glued on
now without bleeding
I can freely become history.
Thin, drowsy promises somehow
weigh me down,
the sky impends my purpose
and no longer do I want
to swallow my surroundings,
let me soak up scenery.
My leave means
a journey is answered,
what knowledge will I
inhabit and grow upon?
