I am going somewhere…
Whereabouts unknown, harmonious melodies through the mode.
Time—an obscure illusion, progression guided by the road.
Conscious of flighty impulsiveness, all comes to a head.
Memories dance around the occasion, skin glistening with dread.
Transience emanates, friction of tires and pavement wears and deteriorates.
Movement maintains, resignation arises when peace finally validates.
Until then, I am going somewhere…
Some people say that hope is better than the alternative, even if means sacrificing truth. They say that it is a way to get us to the end of our journey better than if we got there in pain and distress. If there was nothing in this world to have hope in, than false hope could possibly be a valid answer to solve this problem of living…although I am not willing to accept that. My hope is in something I would be willing to die for and even more, something I am certainly willing to live for. Although I disagree, Friedrich Nietzsche was willing to accept the hard truth over ignorance:
“Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.”