(Music: Sacrifice - Steve Jablonsky)

The mystery of pain

revealed

in loss of misery...

a walled-up mind

at crossroads inexistent

alive

but senseless

catching possibilities

on notes played out by others

frozen to meaning

a speechless awe abounded

in drops of fear lined up

to serve

a purpose known

but half-forgetten

while you’re still alive

in the after play

of sights

glimpsed behind memories of liberation

comprehended

in all its alienation

of purpose

tiptoeing along paths

not of the type most others seek for -

the off the beaten paths -

so sought for

but the average

the usual

the one you missed to walk on

Your off the beaten path

that paved way

which goes towards the flowers

since you would love to see them in the distance

and strive

to reach that silent grove

and not walk on those paths where flowers grow

trampling them along

while looking down

to see your face shape up in remnants scattered

shadowy for most the others

crushed by the burdens of being

of carrying on

along the path of darkness

which you just had to cover

in all the vibrancy of paints invented

for them not to get lost

on the path of loss.

"Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk but no flowers grow." Vincent Van Gogh.