Evolution

Stood strong facing the storm
Unflinching, unwavering, unmoved…..
A child in pristine form.

Remained stubborn all my life,
Failing to heed life’s subtle advice…..

And so I trotted….
A blind man’s guise.

Only to be hit,
By a glass wall….

Imperceptible, unobvious rather make-believe
Perfect in every sense and yet there to deceive

An enemy, a hindrance, an obstacle blocking my straight path,
Indeed for the wise, only a lesson to grasp….

The spirit of Gaia blocking my way,
Coaxing her son to foray….

Destiny humored me to try a way through
Ramming on the glass, my desperation grew

I had no choice but to venture outside,
Leave my trusted zone, test my unknown might

I chose my roads,
I chose my ways…

Saddened still only by the fact,
Though for good reason, it were my own who forced me to act…..

Refined and bettered,
I humor my own….
I humor my own….