The Pathway

Gravel and stones I do collect
To lay a path of my own
For I am not amongst the fortunate ones for whom it is laid already by God.

For having ambitions that could shake up the heavens
How could I but even blame the immortal and eternal one?
For impossible it is for anyone to lay a path down for a poet.

Through failures and hardships I will carve a path of own
And while I am at it, a castle as well out of chalices, smoke and storms.
Whoever has ever accompanied artists on their journey to find some depth, a meaning in their life or home?
Leave it I will to some dreamer from the future to unravel me,
As I now like a madman am exploring the depths of Bolaño and Van Gogh.