Journey

Moving north from all the madness,
A mission to be filled with no sadness,
Red past filled with war,
The emotions that you have in store,
No chill colder than winter,
No choice but to be a sinner,
Forced views from the start,
A must throw past,
They’re enraged when I leave my post,
Built by them to get me forced,
Being happy every time makes them mad,
The box me in to make me sad,
It’s something that they could have had.

Cycling while building my own rail,
No wish to ever fail,
A legacy to leave behind,
Must open the eyes of the blind,
Messages to get across,
A mission to recover my loss,
To give more that I got,
Even if it’s not a lot,
Time to put my own post,
To reminisce what was lost,
To remember that must,
The will to survive through the ages,
Waiting to clear all the stages.

No time to the subway station,
I’ve built my own station,
A kingdom to find all the answers,
My poems will never have numbers,
An answer to life.
A why to end strife,
Why we must run subway trains,
Just to get some grains,
Why past must have stains,
A reason to all the lanes.