Traversing The Prophecy Of This Traveled Self Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Stuck traveling
With nowhere to go
Monolithic evoked mind
This imagination limitless
Where these dreams flow
Somewhere not here
Searching for growth
On a nomadic shift
Mental shifting galore


So many imageries
Worlds created
Within a vast universe
Unending, ascending
Beyond this imagination
Testing this compression sense
More than I could
Of coexisted before


Yearning for the deepest of depths
Riding afar in wide eyed ambitions
Multi visional purposes
Touched, felt and seized
And so much more
Upon this sacred prophecy
Solemnly released
As peace and prosperity
Of self would finally be achieved


Current dreams
For now, limited
Currency disabled
Beyond the lower
Capabilities of nothing
That is priced
For something
Worthwhile to do
only to live
Within my own imagination
As hopeless as it might may seem


But, then again
Hope, it still exists


Yet, I admit
I am struggling to find its praise


Attempting to absolve myself
Of all and any negativity
For better days ahead
Epitomizing more of purpose in life
To exist further
Than I have ever existed before
Finally destroying
This gigantic struggle
That has always
Festered vehemently within


Trying so hard
But deep down
And further into this soul
I know things will
Get even better
Than I could have
Ever known before


I just want to be free
To travel anywhere
Anytime, in every way
Instead of being stuck
Roaming within unfinished dreams


It cannot be hard
To want much more
Of myself
Out of me


I lived far too long inside myself, after all
There is much more out there
Then I have ever believed
I could have of ever believed


I just want to travel in so many ways
That is all...
I just want to finally believe
In me

Dreams