And it was said,
written and bled ..
that the road ahead ..
will have tears to be shed ..
dead bodies on the floor spread ..
hope lying on a thin black thread ..
and it is said,
and it was fed ..
sadness was all that we will dread ..
as we have seen a map that we read ..
on a long long road we have led ..
and the map contained words of rhymes ..
filled with hate greed and crimes ..
perverted but-sacred at times ..
and as i move towards the cave ..
on a mark of X - i march as a brave ..
slurping on the floor, as the rocks i pave ..
to the quest ive become a slave ..
to the quest ive become engraved ..
the intersect has been reached ..
the fences have been breeched ..
the secret has been leeched ..
and the map suddenly bleached ..
but ive continued to dig below ..
hoping the rhymes would continue to flow ..
hoping my life will eventually glow ..
hoping that destiny will finally show ..
that i will not be living as a shadow ..
a hope for a better tomorrow ..
and as i dug and dug ..