I can only do it my way
Embody , relay , illustrate
Try he the man to
Inspire, achieve, Create
Threading a worn fate from tired Strings.
He who Knows with increasing terror the aberrancy of his path.
To furrow forth a new bland trail
Confusing thyself
In recrudescent fog
Of men
With unremembered philosophy.
To travel old roads
Asking directions to a destination
Anew
I can only do it
The way I assume hasn't been attempted
Forget me not, the sweet knowledge
Of bygones past
For To travel new roads
Without the guidance of the dark
Is the destination of a fool.
