Here Is To This Epiphany's Galore Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Color changing eyes
Guiding me through
A new journey ahead
Warping to a peace of mind
Red to sometimes pink patterns
None have I ever seen before



What does it mean?
Feeling so changed
Student of the unknown
Hopefully ready to graduate-
Towards another course
Knowledge I seek
The answers where I need to explore!



Could this anxiety finally die?
Finally giving comfort to this soul
Searching for answers
But I must do it organically
Natural cleansing of a latter worth



Oh there are so many mountains to climb
Even a bevy of seas to explore
In-between it all hails winding river memorials
Specters of the past I must destroy



Thinking too much
Causes it all to go away
The intuition of this matter is far too important
This inner message shall soon be heard!



There is a method to this I know
Must go where these visions tell me to go
Going ahead I must implore, After all
The subconscious is my rite of passage



Will the red shapeshift into the answer?
Hopefully soon the destination will finally be shown!


I shall exert this inner energy
as I finally let it all take its rightful form



Perhaps soon I shall realize
That indeed I was never really alone!



I shall stand strong and proud
As I pay homage to this epiphany's galore
There are so many places I have to roam!



Here is to this Epiphany's galore!
I will finally find my way back home!



I was never truly alone!
Home is where I shall warp into a loving abode



Yes, I will never be alone!



Here is to this epiphany's galore!