Inside and Out
The lone wanderer embarked on his great journey of definition...
Through the indefinite progress of continued existence,
he grew.
Filling up the destined lines traced
with helping hands along the mountain pass,
the giant still of unmoving force
begins to quiver...
From the aged rendition of the bare foot
fast
a lines impression
a greys detection
an unfamiliar familiar of future turned past...
Until he discovered the boundary of fate,
a plea to negotiate with the keeper at the gate
leaves the wanderer asking the question of time...
“What is the point if I have not explored all of Earth and its many doors?”
Stood
The lone wanderer at fates white gate
expecting an answer as grand as great
For years he waited with no reply...
and so he remembered the time passed by...
until he realized something inspired by his demise:
“I have felt!”
...(opened the gate).
