Adventurus

Tomorrow's tenure arrives on the back of today, whether we swim or tread. The island is beautiful, yet lies uninhabited. Unplug the wires running forward to eternity, remove thyself from the oaken table. A comfortable cell is still in a jailhouse. Hold fast to chains that lie in your path, pull, pull, and pull. You may find their rusted hooks embedded in your lovely eyes. Some call it focus, dedication, but it’s a winding path leading nowhere. Don’t look so surprised, you saw them when you weren't looking. Weed the garden, uproot the tree if the fruit is strange. Put it down or turn the page. What will you lose? What will you forsake to be free? Inhale the aroma of liberty and press onto the precipice of dreamt mountaintops. Only one thing remains. Hearken to your decision and hasten your movement, for tomorrow steals today as a thief; coming only in the dark with eyes closed. Adventure awaits; lying in the promise of the sun. Don't let it set! It's out there, blooming in the fields of hidden promises. Don't forget you. Don't forget who you are. Forsake the float.