Tread

On a quest for inner peace
nonexistent I'm almost sure
but why not search,
perhaps there is a treasure
for me on this earth

trusting nature to point me in the right direction
I travel on
no destination just determination
to find myself amongst leaves and trees
blowing around
boundless and free

open to all yet closed to many
ironic like a heart shaped ashtray,
something in me pushes me forward
into the blue unknown I go
I am looking for somewhere to call home

shock is for those who have not witnessed death
nothing surprises me anymore
I find strength in predictability
time changes the people don't
mentally equipped to handle anything life spews

my head is always high ashamed of nothing
regret is for the weak and simple
I prefer the haunting type of memory
keeps me grounded, lets me know I'm still learning
mistakes are part of everything we do
why fear them or think badly of them
unless your a machine, welcome a mistake

if its easy I don't want it
if its easy its disposable
I want to trek across the lands
I don't want to drive across the roads
I'd rather hoof it, automobiles cause wars

walking always brings about deep thought
with every step contemplation
leading to speculation of ideas born in a wandering mind
my feet just go,
as if they have instinct of their own
leading me down a bumpy road
a neural pathway of understanding