i am not afraid to travel
down peculiar roads, those
perplexing, spooky,
unbeaten ways, won't
shy away from routes
that petrify, already
indications that i must
not sway because
walking towards what seems
serene, all thoughts
are gnawed by that which
could-a-should-a been, and
what does then become of
dear serenity? i tell you
this, it doesn’t stay a part
of my identity, respectfully
i keep in mind the old, although
what captain would resist
the current, instead
of going with the flow?