A Bird by the Track

A new day, A new rise, New stories approached.
Strings of hope in a metal vehicle enroached.
Each one of them wore a religion under their clothes.
They bowed to the horizon and expounded new oaths.

Every soul carried a burden tied to their heart.
They all had breathtaking tales for their gods to impart.
The clouds of sorrow had taken over the flashes of love.
Grief kissed their symbol of olive and dove.

Who did they search for?
Who would suck out their pain and bless them with the bright light of comfort?
Who sits so high in the sky with such treasure of diamonds?
Why wouldn't he just rain his golden almonds?

The pilgrims had nothing but sheer divinty.
The phrase of their life, they say, has always been an ambiguity.
So I flew with them,
to see beyond these seven colours of rainbow.
To seek the pillar who supports my ground below.

Travelled mountains and drifted past obstacles.
Zipped metal tracks to buy my life spectacles.
Eyes closed with sanctity,
My body will finally encounter my destiny.

The castle covered miles, just like the aspirations,
which were prodigious.
Even the flora sang to their breath,
The fauna, ready to beat to death.
The hope crystals were dazzling likes stars.
My soul, thumping, to break these body bars.

He opened the gates of his home.
Millions of eyes crying to have a look at him before gloam.
The tunnels were dark,
Thought they forgot to make the cave glow.
The stream looked so seraphic,
As the crowd brook through the flow.

The angelic moment ultimately arrived.
The priests sang symphonies to keep him reposed.
The juncture held nothing but stones covered with red dreams.
The mob was amazed as their wishes redeemed.

My demented mind couldn't differentiate joy and sorrow.
Eventually, the conscience spoke.
He is nothing but devotion.
He is the power within us that controls us.
Life still didn't make sense,
But the journey turned passionate.
It was now calm, and composed.

This 18 year story now had some meaning.
The God is us. We are Gods.
We don't have to do this convening.
No one sits here to clear your strife.
Turn around and see the beauty of your soul.
The realisation that you are your own God.
That is the purpose of Life.