Perdita

Solemn streets that beat

I walk along a cold hearted silt

Directionless curses me, deceit

Ingrained stigmas tend not to tilt

We either abide or confide through these streets

I walk for purposeful sorrow

Enter the earth for cheers and glee

I walk a path to cycle the follow

Enter the earth for glory they deem

I walk a path so ancestry can borrow

Roads  are mastered through tradition

To follow the follow, never to frolic

I decree the path of rendition

The orderly course now causes a colic

I tilt these cold hearted silt rationalizations

Why a path with beaten down corners

Why a path with swollen ground

Why a path with so many forlorners

Why a path with toiled wasted towns

Silt can be revived from this earth

No more signs and ways of predisposed fortune

My ways are ones with soul fulfilling notions

I want a path with unlimited portions

No silk sewn sheets nor elder golden tokens

No, this way is for more than a fortune

A path predestined by none other than the creator

Footways of hills that climb clouds

This is no walkway, only attained by loose gripped ladders

I adhere to no man that looks to enshroud

I dig my own path, belligerently proud