Figuring Out the Mystery

Society tells you
A safe corner isn’t a place to be.
But you are on the road
To create yourself.
You would have bought the sky
And the stars,
When you stray and go
On your own,
They script a discipline chart
For you.
I want to traverse pure
Maybe a slight blues would console.
I keep the music on loop,
Try to figure out the meanings
Of my dwellings afar,
These lyrics don’t die,
There is poetry in the first glance
Of the open door,
I invite truth,
Even if it is painful.
Crossroads make a beautiful memory.
I plan nothing,
Because I love to figure out the mystery.