Travel

Welcome, the cure for your suffering, tell them it's pure
No subtle hints of weak substances cutting it
I chuckle when evil and pride collide with judgement
Add that to your buzz and the results is malfunction
No longer should I listen to your babble
Too many coming off the deep end
With a steady stream of shallow

We travel like the wind across a rotten fruited plane
Travel like the blood that surrounds your brain
Atmosphere is landed demanding that we change the curve
So unravel your thoughts and come across in a verse



Aside from Slug being a lyrical genius, and contrary to the fact that the verse regards ripping an MC to pieces, this verse conveys very effectively the self constructed mindstate embraced by yours truly.

This life is one long journey.  A travel.  Never ending until lifespan permits, personal choice, or a twist of fate reconfigures.  The roads, times, turns, paths, and methods of travel are all decisions made by you to get there.  Each experience may be considered a pit stop.  And with the infinite amount of stops, the road, ocean, air or path always remains when we start up our journey again.

With each pit stop we may

Run out of energy
Become damaged
Reroute course
Switch vehicles
 Lose parts
Encounter bad weather
Break down
and whichever other metaphor satisfies your interpretation.

The bottom line, at the end of the day, is that we still travel.  How so is up to you.  And you alone.

The mindset and travel plans are also yours to make or break.

Which is why it brings me back to this song.  O Slug, my old friend.  Whimsically executing verbal acrobatics exemplifying experiences throughout his travels.  We have much in common.

The meaningless "tribulations" or as most would put it, "problems," to us are not subjects to dwell upon.  Rather to grow upon.

The positive experiences add to our fuel, as well as our confidence and minds as to reference during the previous. But no matter what we do, after the smoke clears

We travel.

Some go farther than others
Some stay at a slow and steady pace

But we must keep moving.  Because if not.....


We get left in the dust, ran over, and trampled.

It's all in a state of mind. The insignificant should be ran over.  Dropped weight. Let nothing effect you.  Be impossible to phase.  Be on the move constantly.  Travel.  Because sometimes,

sometimes,

It's about how much ground you can cover.

You may never know how much longer your journey will be