My Life Is A Circus

The Path Home

I promise you'll make it home,

Listen for the cries of the wind in the evening,

Darkness cannot envelope those who possess,

Light hearts full of curiosity and a fiery passion,

For themselves and what they do.

If there is a double pointed dead end,

Do not cry or allow your mind to waiver.

Create a new path to direct yourself,

And take a firm grasp on what you hold dearest,

Despite the fact that there is nobody who can help.

Home is where the heart resides,

Though your heart cannot see, feel, touch, or taste.

Believe wholeheartedly that you do not need anybody else,

But the dedication and elevation,

To dismiss one's own desperation.

The people in the shadows will not harm the quick paced,

Though pale-faced and misplaced,

One uses their head to hold high.

Even when they are lost,

There is refuge in a fictional sanctuary.

Instantaneous apprehension towards theorem,

Causes home to feel farther away,

As nobody will help the lost child who those believe,

Is a liar and speaks in riddles,

But we all must move on despite the ignorance.

The roots begin to slither and tick,

As dusk falls and surrounds all in a vast tidal wave of fear.

Laughter can be heard throughout the street,

Cackles corrupt the condescending silence,

And the graffiti is obstructed by the tall shadows of a warped imagination.

Do not sleep too much,

Dreams are reminiscent of distant memories,

And those are dangerous in their own respects,

Because there is a small bridge between dreams and nightmares.

They are not always as they appear and become reality.

I promise you'll make it home,

But beware of the tricks and taunts that the outside word presents,

Since you never know whom you can trust.

The world is a carousel of confusion,

Up, down, up, down, and up endlessly.

The city so rarely sleeps as much as you do.

There is no map that can manipulate the twisting views,

And screaming thoughts of the outside world.

That cannot be controlled,

So be careful when you manage to make it home.

Don't manipulate your idealization,

Of the path you must take.

Only you know how to make it back by morning,

And when you make it back,

Your home, as I promised, will be waiting.

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This was a project that had the criteria of using a line from a song that you admire and look up towards and develop upon it and this is what I managed to create. I really liked making this and I  hope you do as well! :)