AKARN

AKARN

FROM OLD TO NOW

LIKE THE RED

THE BLACK

AND THE WHITE

COLOURS

THAT IN RICHED

DEEP INTO THE

WAYS OF THEN

WALKIN' WITH MY

HEAD IN THE MUSIC

OVER THE PAVEMENT

TO THE SIDEWALK

WASHED AWAY

LIKE THE OLD CRACKS

INTO THE NEW

CONCRETE

UP THE HILL

PASSING THE OAK LEAF

ON THE GROUND

IN MY PRECIOUS

THOUGHTS

WIND BREEZING

ON MY FACE

SUNLIGHT FADING

IN THE TREES

OH TO THE TASTE

OF MY LIPS

WITH SALT

AND BLOOD

AS I BIT IT

WHEN MY ANKLE

GAVE

GETTING BACK UP

MEMORIES

FLOOD FROM THE

OLD STORIES

OF HOW I LISTENED

AND THE VIEWS

OF HUMANITY

ALL GIVEN WAY

TO THE CURIOUSITY

DOWN THE SPIRAL

THROUGH THE GATE

UP THE HILL

THERE LAYING

IS THE OAK LEAVES

AND ACORN

CRUSHED BY MY FALL

IT SPARKED MY

MIND INTO

A SHARP THOUGHT

HOW THE SHELL SO

HARD NOW BROKEN

AND THE SWEET SMELL

CROSSED MY NOSE

THE SIGNS OF

HOW NATURE IS

AS I TREAD TO

THE PLACE WHERE I

NOW REST MY HEAD

AND DREAM DREAMS

OF TIMES LONG AGO

LONG GONE

WHO I WAS

NOW KNOWN

THANKS TO CHAKRAS

CHARGING

OH A BITTER

SWEETNESS

LINGERS

TO WHO I AM NOW

AND WHERE THE

AFTER WILL

POSSIBLY LEAD

SOMETIMES THE

WEIGHT OF

KNOWLEDGE

MUST BE LET GO OF

IN ORDER TO

CARRY FOREWARDS

LIKE THE AKARN

SIMPLY LIVING

THIS THROUGH

TO SOME SORT OF

BLISS IN THE END

THERE ARE NO

GOING BACK

THERE ISN'T ANYTHING

NOW TO

FOLLOW IN

THAT DIRECTION

ITS ALL TO THE

FUTURE

OF HOW WE ALL

ARE CONNECTED

TO HERITAGE

AND BLOODLINES

AND TIES OF

A TRADITION

ONLY I CAN

ADHERE TO

MY CULTURE

OF THE OLD WAYS

FLOWING IN MY

VEINS...