Forever young, yet increasingly older,
the path to forge onward, you only get bolder,
to cease unceasingly growing deeper and fonder,
raging like an inferno, entreating the border.

as a lone wolf stands to the rest of the pack,
her only desire is that of attack,
to vanquish the wrongs of all their pasts,
relinquishing their lies to the unyielding last,

bite down on the tongue, let it not speak,
although the truth wants its release.
the truth-teller speaks his words carefully at first,
then burns through minds like the flame of a burst.

mouth held agape, unsure of what happened,
you stand at the door, with eyes now wide open,
the facts and the lies fall both away,
into the Truth that is on display.

She smiled to me, and I smiled back,
we stood together then continued on track,
forging onward into the void and unknown,
we won't ever be lost, for we know where we're going

My heart is elsewhere,
It is in this moment of weariness
wondering if there is any rest,
at any time,
when one is forever young.

It likes to be free,
and it needs to be free,
this hidden mystery of the majestic me.

What can I do to open the door?
How can I listen to hear even more?
How can I look to see what's in store?