Journey To Our Goals
© Surazeus
2026 08 15

Though shapes of words have lost their glistening
from over-thoughts of motionless desire,
my voice molds fluid disbelief from light
in solid symbols of harmonious truths
concealed in potent melodies of faith
designed by skeptics to describe our souls.

There comes no time when we should cease our walk
through empty shadows of our endless minds
because we love to feel assertive force
of constant motion when our blood flows hot
through pulsing clock of timeless memories
that motivate our journey to our goals.

Still far across this nameless wilderness
of wind-swept hills, where rivers silverate
oppressive sorrows that would trap our hearts,
we strive to overcome dire obstacles
with heart-enchanting songs of timeless truth
that bleeds from golden sunset gleam of fear.

Without attentive focus of our hearts
on distant gleam of Heaven beyond time,
we might now wander lost in Somewhere Land
except for guidance of the cloud-bold hand
that gestures omens of our providence
forth ever at elliptic blare of winds.

Strange empire of steel towers sprouts from graves
where bones of our ancestors sing of faith
in wake of our progressive journey west
that rises tall from humble homes we build
till sermon of our free democracy
rings clear on duty-darkened mountainsides.

Through ceaseless motion of transcendent strife
our vision dominates old tyrant states
with principles of liberty and justice
for every person born from womb of hope
till tyranny sprouts from our bitter hearts
at shock of horror from our power trips.

Hearts twisted back in devil-tangled fear
at quick expansion of conceptual games
that crowds vast chess board of our social state
with players who disrupt course of success,
we vainly raise harsh legal laws of fate
in weak attempt to fortify our state.

When Orpheus leads us from the Underworld
with soul-stirring anthem of noble pride
for deeds our ancestors accomplished well,
we hold hands with our faceless energies
in bid to rise from cave of primal rage
so we dance free in forest of fruit trees.

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Orpheus eats banana and ponders colonial expansion of corporate businesses in demon-haunted jungles where angels draw cryptic maps to the Promised Land.

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