I walk, miles at a time,
but only in my mind,
It seems the worlds design
Relies on us find,
I don’t know
Because in my search I’m blind
So I put my hands out and I just begin to climb.
And though I may slip n descend into a bottem less pit
Something always catches me before I lose my shit.
And then epiphany hits like the bullet from a clip
So the next time I climb I’m higher before I slip.
Because the thing I am searching for is not a thing at all
Because searching for things leaves us wanting more
These things we want, objects of our desire,
fleeting feelings causing emotions to transpire,
are merely just distractions from climbing higher
I must clear my mind or fall like I did prior.
See the truth is there is nothing to find
the bottomless pits are cages of the mind
So rather than focusing on the possession of objects
I’ll keep climbing till I am more than desires complex.