Destination's Journey

My mind is a jumbled mess Full of what feels like an electrical current. So many thoughts inside they burn crossing currents of ideas So many roads of thought Links make sense but not Falling apart at the crossroad I’m not one to ponder long Deciding which way to go Decision is made, sparkplug, go Destination unknown but wishing to fit into this place of conformity, might I be the grace We are all a piece of the fabric that makes the mighty cloak of this world I leave my artistic stroke Sweet Journey