It's like no matter where we go
Our minds are always getting in our way
One-way traffic becomes two-way
And we find ourselves confused
The right direction unascertained
The wrong one most likely to be tried
And the best one ends up being neither of the two
It's like no matter how far we walk
Jump, fall, reach, drive, fly or run
The actions we take seem only enough to avoid stasis
And we stumble forwards, backwards, sideways
The shift of things raising questions in our heads
The stillness in between unnerving us
And the reasons behind both are just a little ambiguous
It's like no matter what transport we choose
There's some perpetual blockade
A padlock on the door we want to open the most
And we don't try another way; we try to go through it
The logic loses itself to ambition
The impossible becomes overrated
And the only hurdle is suddenly our own apathy for motion
It's like no matter why we make excuses, alibis
All of them begin to break underneath our heels
Because they are weak in the space of defying gravity
To move upward when everything else is pushing us down
The flight is more a climb to reinvent
The route is up to interpretation of different footsteps
And the way is something that can't be found for us, only by us
It's hard though...
When people are always urging us to keep on moving
They say life, it's a system to follow, a straight path
All voices tell us, "Don't stop trying!"
Maybe it's time for them to tell us something else though
Or better yet, nothing at all
To open their eyes
And let us move in our own directions, in our own ways, in our own time
As the path might turn blindly unto itself
Just like the travelers walking it.