For the brave who press on, the golden-scarred warriors. — Nights spent dreaming an end, A quiet departure to planes beyond,
hugged by winds,
kissed by sun,
clothed in shade and grass,
a weary traveler, admiring stillness,
an apathy of tranquility, Only to awaken in the morning,
ignited inferno,
about-face to my reflection,
implosion of the monotony and a prison break
towards
Change…