Start off where you are, head straight to the end of the road
Turn right onto the bypass
And follow on till the next junction
Go past righteousness onto solitude
Go forward into the realm of self doubt
Go straight through the gateway to inner peace
You are there
Breathe in the air, fill your lungs with darkness
Listen to the harmonics of children whispering your name
Watch as the bird flies low, stealing your pride and shame
This is the place where dreams are made to fall
To get to complication
Think of the misunderstandings of old
Think of the joys of parting and sorrows of coming together
Think of harnessing the key to laughter and never singing again



It ends on a sad note and an excellent line. 
I think I've been going to this place on a regular basis! Lol... good use of your senses and I enjoyed the read. Write on, poet.

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