بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

gonna have to leave it all alone, can't take it with me where i go, doesn't matter how long, i end up walking this road, even if the Sun fades, even if the Moon hides, even if i start to drown, beneath my own tides, can't no body else save my soul. 

wish i could fold my chips, pack up my clothes, gas up the truck, drive anywhere, call it home, leave behind every piece, that i never owned, just one thing, this life: what i never chose. 

whenever it was, i need other than Him, i trip and i fall, over and over, blinded and enthralled, something is missing, maybe my sight, maybe the mind.

no Muse, no sun, no shade, no Gift, the desert is life, but calmness, it reigns. complaints empty, avenues open, uncongested, except by vapors choking, trying and tested. 

no anger, simply disappointment, couldn't reach a beacon, or give a gift, with love, anointed, an oil, a lotion, sought so little, forgot i could not, so became from the heart, disjoined.

walking as automated, learning to like, programming in code, such it is, my thoughts in trans- be-lated, injections of semicolons, from the higher plane, been amputated. 

it is alright, i still breathe, He keeps alive, a choice to vanish, wish i had it, but never materialized. so physical remains, whatever's present, whatever's contrived, to forge ahead, this march of mine, towards the destined End, waiting just outside of time.