Perdita
Solemn streets that beat
I walk along a cold hearted silt
Directionless curses me, deceit
Ingrained stigmas tend not to tilt
We either abide or confide through these streets
I walk for purposeful sorrow
Enter the earth for cheers and glee
I walk a path to cycle the follow
Enter the earth for glory they deem
I walk a path so ancestry can borrow
Roads are mastered through tradition
To follow the follow, never to frolic
I decree the path of rendition
The orderly course now causes a colic
I tilt these cold hearted silt rationalizations
Why a path with beaten down corners
Why a path with swollen ground
Why a path with so many forlorners
Why a path with toiled wasted towns
Silt can be revived from this earth
No more signs and ways of predisposed fortune
My ways are ones with soul fulfilling notions
I want a path with unlimited portions
No silk sewn sheets nor elder golden tokens
No, this way is for more than a fortune
A path predestined by none other than the creator
Footways of hills that climb clouds
This is no walkway, only attained by loose gripped ladders
I adhere to no man that looks to enshroud
I dig my own path, belligerently proud