forward words

Going on a journey
to prove that I'm not all 'stuck',
lost and confused,
like a volcano that cannot erupt

But I question my thinking as a journey,
as I'm strolling in wonder already
I answer with undecision
I walk a little longer,
I take stroll in yearn

I go on the journey of age every year,
each date has it's own adventure

But to talk of a big journey, where I forward on the inside
I say, if that is you too, then you are welcome into my world
just leave your big ideas outside, they're just too see through
they make me feel 'ghostier', walking through humangous walls
where the paste is pastier than ever...

FOREVER

Going on a journey of what matters
inner, and in the nerves
and in there, something mentally begins to thicker a thin fastive'
because I hope that the glue doesn't dry
my nerves don't make me make a Nile
because all eyes lie upon me
are stuck upon me
brown fill ins, blue's tack
they await for move, direct, and passive,
                    they talk and I talk of attack

I go on a journey,
in a pretence of keeping active

to prove all that I am not a statue,
I shall continue
in a forward view