The Journey

Funny doodles, random musings,

thoughts on paper, just perusing

For the next verse, or the hook or the chorus,

Something that comes from the heart, completely porous

Transparent, low viscosity,

Ever so flowing, effortless audacity,

To be out there, to not hold back anymore

Is it seeking approval? Or just expressing my core,

The mastery of the craft is a chore,

Purposeful, gritty experiments, becoming a new person and something more

The times spent in solitude, to come up with the best

Like studying in an institute, the mind deserves a rest

Imagine a prism of myriad colours,

Seeing everything imaginable one after another

I’m going to be of that vision, of those premonitions that help me sail through,

The infinite possibilities of experiences accrued