In my youth I was rapid, impatient and keen to explore all the options
the multiple challenges - no time to loose for the life of my dreams
inspiration was born out of nowhere
By approaching my goal I felt well on my way - so important this feeling
for keeping me satisfied - purging emotions enchanting the day
motivation to keep me going
Further and deeper into the unknown while gaining complexity and fascination I'm
climbing the mountain up on its crest where I suddenly feel stagnation
The pa**able ways become narrow and steep and often I had to search weeks
for the hidden path - finally revealing the great quantum leap
but darkness around was growing
In the beginning the spirit was different though - whole society filled with desire
fertile soil for all wondrous creatures to grow in the light of expectation and hope
there were times when it all came together so well but then just disappeared and vanished for years
But now inspiration is flashing again though more seldom than once it used to be
and carries me over the canyons of sorrow still glowing with pa**ion
and shining through at last
Am I a relic - a curious dinosaur - who somehow survived and now just cannot stop?
to revel within all those past and nostalgic spheres - a garden of pleasure
that doesn't exist anymore - to my neighbours it all seems a little strange
anachronistic and way out of tune
And then in the end I'm sure that it's worth the searching with all intensity
and if I don't cease to carry it further I'm sure I will reach the distant shore at last