Ulysses

I used to think this was where I belonged. But now I have no idea.

I love this city. I love the sky. I love the fresh breeze in the air that exists in this place. But it is not my promised land.

The land I seek in which i can be free. Free of these complaints and faults. Free of these sufferings. It is not here. And I could roam all of the earth and I fear I would not find it.

I long for the sky and the sun and the mountains and the sea. The excitement of young loves thrill. An embrace that is so true you can do nothing but trust and love. The yearn for a child so beautiful and perfect. A life so fulfilling is surpasses all expectations.

These things cannot be found merely via discrepancies of boarder.

For what do we do? When the adventure is over and we have found it? And that all excitement of the journey has fallen into memory.
For above all, I fear that the constraints of this earth are enough to torment me for as long as I live.

For I want to fight with honour to the end of all time.
And even if these dreams should not be mine and I fail. If I do not pursue that which plagues my mind I shall never know and be forever plagued by sorrow.

I love you, life.
I love you, God.

And I would fight until my darkest hour as I know these feelings I follow are for you. Not for greed, not for malice, not for fear.

All that I ask is that you continue to shine a light for me, and i will follow. Even if that path should change by your will, I will be there if you just let me know.

(L) xx