Wilderness

Somewhere in the depths of darkness,

On the roads of a town, I confess..

I made it a point to walk at night, stretch,

Go around, get the vibe of a city slept..

I did duly ensure this, every place I went new,

As all asleep, I went around like a bullet shot, pew.

Roaming endlessly, in silence with sounds just a few,

The occasional vehicle or frogs sitting in dew...

But then one city I came called Weimar,

In Germany it is and quite so far...

The most unique experience of the night I had,

So deep and dark in my mind I was glad...

For this discomfort is what I was seeking...

Reaching, aiming, hoping to be freeing...

And in that night I chose a road,

Which looked so dark, like black's shadow.

I decided ill go with a torch in hand.. 

But never turn on unless an itch in plan..

And as I went down that road I wandered,

Wondered in mind unknowingly pondered..

A break, a crack through the silence in my mind,

Suddenly a million sights and sounds aligned.

And the road pitch dark was the perfect canvas,

For my mind to extract every inch of its atlas..

Yet somehow i kept on, knowing it's all an illusion, 

Knew a cemetery I was soon approachin..

Maybe I find someone to talk to in there,

In joy, in fear, I felt the thought to be queer..

Had a few kms forward and a few to go back,

A decision point was arrived and stacked..

1. Reach the end to the old mansion and return,

2. Or go back right away, dress away the concerns.

Under the mind rug I dug and tugged and bugged the slug within, so humbugged and unplugged...

In that spot of black, I saw and awoke some forest within,

And unsure of the wilderness that lurks I chicken.

Maybe if I had someone on the side,

Maybe it had to be day, I'll try..

Maybe another trip I'll come by...

This far is a lot, again someday we will pry...

All the excuses I told myself...

And yet none of them seem to fit..

Yet now as a muse this story itself,

For a word(Wilderness) and all of this hits...

The wilderness within must be awoken..

For in it lies the life unspoken...

For in it strays the the ones I must unburden,

And free the logs within, I'm certain...

With hope to shed light into the forest...

Or maybe enjoy the dark night to be honest...

- the one who misses the rain