Slow Poem by Heart Of Ink

I'm headed towards the ultimate road
Where skies are held where clouds do float
I'm headed towards alternative hope
Where lights are sent where crowds are remote

With simple treads
Away from conflicts
But not in a position of threats
Just uninterested in arguments

He says cars and planes
He says ships and trains
And where will you be?
On your own today

I say a little bit plain
But I'm not ashamed
And wherever I will be
I'm not alone today

Slow, it's true
Without friends, without foes
I'm always going to be this slow

No enemy of danger, no penalty for leisure
Unfathomable to you but I'm not a stranger
He says where will you be, straying away indeed
I say I'm unfathomable to you but I'm not an enemy


Where the pale light goes
Where the rare plight flows
That's where I want to go

And I'm walking slowly
And I'm breathing slowly
And I'm reaching wholly
And I'm doing it for me

Slow, it's true
Without friends, without foes
I'm always going to be this slow