Beacon Of My Destiny

Beacon Of My Destiny
© Surazeus
2026 07 03

Blinded by beacon of my destiny, 
I walk the signless road to Wonderland, 
but stop somewhere in hills of Avalon 
to question why I need to find my soul, 
so I turn around and go somewhere else, 
and live quietly by the Lake of Dreams. 

Guided by beacon of my destiny, 
I follow winding River of Desire 
from undulating swirl of ocean waves, 
through endless woods of shadow-glowing ghosts, 
up rugged slopes where laughing winds dance wild, 
to stand on Peak of Wisdom without words. 

Disturbed by beacon of my destiny, 
I wake from strange dream of the city maze 
where countless people tell me secret tales 
so I can find the treasure of the crow 
who always watches how I live my life, 
then leaves my lost key on my tombless grave. 

Convinced by beacon of my destiny 
that I am savior of the world reborn, 
I work my whole life as mute janitor 
cleaning classrooms where high-school children learn 
clean white-washed history of America 
portrayed as good policeman of the world. 

Confused by beacon of my destiny, 
I walk the wrong way down fake road of life 
against ambitious current of the times 
in vain rebellion against games of power 
by leaving all possessions on the house 
where brave ghost of electricity weeps. 

Inspired by beacon of my destiny, 
I leave expected trail of normal life 
and wander lost in wilderness of lies 
where I meet children of forgotten spies 
who carve state secrets on trunks of dead trees 
and eat Honey of Faith from wounded hearts. 

Perplexed by beacon of my destiny, 
I campaign for role of World President 
by promising universal healthcare, 
free education to doctoral degrees, 
and Latin names that shine with dignity 
on door of home where every human lives. 

Deceived by beacon of my destiny, 
I journey down into valley of Hell, 
climb Mount Purgatory to Peak of Faith, 
then soar on Wings of Icarus to Heaven 
where I play Lyre of Mercury with jazz, 
lost in the fantasy that I am real.