As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
My heart no longer holds it’s ground here.
My journey soon takes hold.
I smile to this empty room.
Hollow in retrospect, these walls hold more than solidity.
Encased within these walls are my days.
Moments of inspiration.
Tears of joy, Fears of tomorrow.
As a pilgrim, I gather my belongings.
My heart no longer holds it’s ground here.
My journey soon takes hold.
I wrap my innocence in gift.
Donating it to the memories of the past, I leave behind life’s ease.
I seek the truth in lands unknown.
I pack my knowledge.
Wrapped in hopes are my dreams.
Placed delicately, my heart.
In the front pocket, my resilience.
This room may be empty, but so is my canvas.
And with the colors of my soul, I will paint my masterpiece.
With the fears of tomorrow, I will paint my successes.
With the light of my heart, I will paint my sunrise.
