Rusty vintage maps seem to lead to my calamity.

God knows I’ve tried to obtain all my sanity.

Heading down paths with no signs whatsoever, the map only reads ‘trust your instincts forever.’

Gut wrenching thorbs followed by long aching sobs, Ive never felt so lost even guided im so close minded.

Wrinkling at my finger tips, degrading within every step, holding by breath so it stays content, no damage comes along this path, but I can feel the map slipping the same way I’m slipping of time.

I can feel my heart racing and the map lose its trails.

I can hear the distant echos and the screams of ‘are you there’?

I cant see my future but I can see the next step.

It doesn’t look appealing although I never thought succeeding happened without success.

So I take a giant leap, tumbling over my infuriating mind, taking a turn at every exit just to wake up facing time.

Endless, eternal maze, without my map I fear I’m stranded.

With every passing second I can feel my fate handed.

Denying what was meant for me, inquiring my longed for sanity, leaving things as they were becuase I’d rather stay the same than live through a life I’ve never had before.

Dragging my feat against the soil, clouds thin and heavy streams boil, roaring at thunder, whispering goodbyes when the moon appears and suddenly alls right.

Night time hits, night fall blooms, fairy tale bliss and yet I still don’t want to explore for myself, alone I won’t do, but then I hear a distant call saying ‘for you. With you.’

Abrupt change in pattern, suddenly I’m not afraid.

I’d rather risk my downfall then forever remain the same.

So i challenge a uncertain path, climb and as I arise I realise maybe this wasn’t what took so long, maybe it was all in my mind.

Marking my flag, waving goodbye to little instruction guide that told me I had to decide when to let go, when to lead my own path.

I guess it look a while, but a while is all I had.