Journey

I walked into a room filled with white space and pupils Absent bodies, no minds, just minding my every move As my worn down taps connected to the tile flooring, A sound was created, personally annoying but familiar And they would wait... Wait to see this very sound of unbalance Balancing yet again, the stones that lay beneath me Was it entertainment or another walk of hope Minding mine with their mindless minds I don't know why and I couldn't stop to think about it Because the Spirit purchased my steps and took my watch Hmph, talk about time... And the legally existing me wanted to see the time, Carry the time...on my wrist, often I even tried to buy another dream-keeper But the face of it was never large enough So I gave up...rather slaved up The limitations this world paid towards Convincing me I should consider the pupils of those I'd never seen, staring at my side as I pass by Some would say I souled out and I'm proud of that Because I know when I'm not me, best happens Happens monumentally, in every next room I'm still walking...