Step after step after step, the continuous journey, starting anywhere, but going nowhere.
With every step, I get even closer to nothing, no knowledge of where I am or where I’m headed.
Every man I meet, blank face and staring with a neutral mask of nothingness sprawled across his features, like the mime of humanity.
He walks falls runs crawls, looking for reason but committing treason, against what his ambitions has lead him to pursue.
The result, the solution and purpose of his quest, the answer to man, not self yet him.
The body not the soul, the man not the being, what differentiates the human from a mineral is the concept of ideas, feelings, emotions, human beings must have these qualities, without our beliefs we are
just that, a rock, cold and motionless.
Open your mind, my mind is free, without worry or fear just write, pen and paper, fingers to type, let your heart sing to the world, accepted or not, you will be heard.
The purpose of speech is expression, emotion, my poetry in motion, touches those souls that are ready to except real pain and joy in life.
So whatever your journey, wherever you are going, whoever you meet, and whatever you do, keep pen in your hand and some paper by your side.
The end of my journey is near, my walk of struggle come to a close, and all I have to show for it is this, my writing, my thoughts, and my life.
GK
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