I tread the path so full of worldly clamor,
i fear i'l lose myself in the countless voices,
voices around me and inside me question me;
blaring voices hurt me and still i carry on ...
i'm what i'm and i do not want to shield my eyes
solacing voices tell me to put on a shield
i still want to tread the path the way i am ;
i reflect back and question what is that i'm searching;
why the wounds are aching... but i still move on;
i move on as i trust ... someone obscure will come along ;
and all the bright voices will cease to exist...
the wait appears to be sorely lonely.....
still i move on... in hope ...
as this is what i'm ....
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