The Journey

This... is my journey.

It starts again. In nearly the same place and fashion.

At night like always; I guess it comes with the dark.

It creeps upon me slowly, spreading to the brain.

Unaware and unnoticed... it takes hold of myself.

My eyes, like then, lie wide open. The distance stretches out before me again.

My fears, like then, lie wide open. I've got to make this real.

Not plan, not phantasm, not vision nor dream.

Once again it has started, I must see it through its end.

The conception, the realisation.

Everything is clear now. I must believe again

the reality...

I must tread this pass.

This voyage... a long overdue road.

Just like an age ago,

when the light in my head was but only a dream.

Dissention, and madness,

betray and forget.

Instead of consequence they precede;

these seconds of air, and of darkness

a silence that I still can't forget.

A current that flows through the waters,

the hour-glass that encases the march of the sand.

Before I had never imagined,

what back then I had only just began.