Path Unmarked and Foreign

A new torn beginning with nothing more than unraveled strings of red yarn
this is where everything shall pause and begin a new for some
but it is the dark velvet night sky speckled in its golden tears
that shall show me the forward steps across this game board we play
for the heart of a shattered social leper will never forget
the words falling from your mind, deaf to the lies coming from your lips
stopping the beat with a strike of lighting as the floating clouds of the night carry away
to a place beyond all the rest, this is the step forward, find a world more fitting
take it over and tie together all the messes with the unraveled yarn
and hope that no matter all the weighed drama shall tear it apart
this is the step forward for us all on this game board

One new piece to the next, the positions ever changing
a lowly black pawn only moving forward and back according to sacrificial rules
to a queen, able to walk a path of power that is independent of thought
she is yet still the slave to the king whom she must protect from the world of ugliness
stepping forward soon becomes backwards until neither the end or finish is in view
so what to do but let go? here is where it becomes nothing but a blurry dream
of right and wrong and nothing more than black and white, so easy to decipher
yet this is no longer just the game board of colored squares but of twisted paths
worn down, other covered in such foliage that there are few brave enough
to tread where few dare, saying it is nothing more than stupid excuses and not worth it
the benefits do not fit the white plan with pen markings, no longer moving forward

Here is where I learn that the path has fallen away
and all the directions are of a language I know I will never be able to read
so what to do but move blindly forward, hoping against all odds that forward
doesn't become backwards and I fall off the path amongst the rubble of the past
all the old memories playing like a movie I can't bear to watch for one more second
this is the stepping forward and letting go as the black becomes blue, the white to green
the sun rising and washing away the velvet and golden tears that once were
the path soon lit with something a bit more different than the last
ah, what a sight it has become to the eyes once closed to the light of warmth
stepping forward over the black holed path i see more than before
a place calling my name with such an eloquent tone of lost love, here I come