Different shades to the same path

In directions of wisdom and wrath

Leave a trail growing to many parts

As multiple shoot forth and dart

The way first way as the guide

Shaped by the essence of the great divide

Nurturing those that came to rise

That’s what it takes to be wise

Faded ideologies and timeless pages

As many ages alter fields and stages

What changes they carry in their symbols

Some intoxicating more than alcohol

Yet as they confuse just like before

Drive deeply into the heart of the core

Conflicts a fate that show the events

How different each road represents

Wild antics suffer from ancient fury

That chooses fate and destiny in the jury

Different destinations are locked and set

Followed all the way with no regret

Until it’s a cause lifted up in a war

In a urge to rise, rip and roar

Rifts arise tainting the plains and fields

All for a true goal and vision to wield

From the start all the way to the end

From confusion, conflict and never to pretend

Not always anarchy but like the past

As all fades away and never last

All that remains is the phantom reflection

Seeing us in others through jaded projections

Through me in my father and him in me

I go my own way as I am meant to be.