Mark

Observe a symbol and embark,

On a journey of no regret.

Only you can search and mark,

The places you won’t forget.

Little by little, your feet shall move,

Upon this torn and broken soil,

May books and music aim to soothe,

And leave amidst turmoil.

Slowly, you learn to forget the days,

Time will lose its essence.

Alone, only life outside decays,

You are the master of your presence.

You look upon your scars with care,

You bandage up your mind.

But a journey is of no small affair,

All it takes is to be kind.