A peregrination of spontaneity
My heart was set and off I went
An expedition of individuality
Without a single trace or hint
My future laid before me
Cobblestones of fragile glass
Walking ever so lightly
Attempting to flee from the past
With nirvana in the crosshairs
I will aim and shoot to kill
I am the only obstacle I'll endeavor but wanderlust is the bullet I wield
Bullet I wield
One with nature
The essence of vitality
Into the Wild
I am primeval and alone
I found purpose attached to morality
Sometimes you just have to take the long way home
Long way home
My future is upon me
Cobblestones of broken glass
Crawling, struggling to breathe
Soon to be at peace at last