On a journey of self-discovery
Climbing stones grandeur and steep,
with trifling roads unclear and bleak -
Met with dried up air and dried up creaks.
I see my goals so close,
And yet so far from reach.
I take off my heavy plated armour,
To get there with haste and speed.
Distance upon distance had passed
The sun scorching and I glare at my past
I now realize I could have gotten there sooner,
If I did not follow someone else's path
