Journey (into everywhere)

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Soft glimpses of the future
No turning back,
No exchanges,
No refunds,
Merely a soft pillow to rest your head on
As I dream, again, only of tomorrow

Some of these roads have been difficult
Bumpy, winding and wet,
Reminding us all again of struggle

Perhaps these words are limitless,
Surrealism in a bottle, no cap
Just a small crack for evaporation
Or elimination

My name was once a metaphor (I swear)
Truly meaning and symbolizing a word
But the word I represented was "confusion"
Because I had no idea what else to express
In my name... because I was young
So instead of depth, everyone laughed at the vision
And again I began to sink

This journey heeds warnings to others
walking hard into oblivion
Relax, stop thinking and smile
For in the end it means the same thing
Whether you cry, mope, or glow