I found myself far from where it began. I looked back to the beginning to see how far I had come. It was a long walk back to where I had started from. To turn back now was a ridiculous thought. The longer I walked the more my legs hurt. I started ahead again on a brisk pace and new that the further I went the faster it'd go. I had heard that along my way many times. I'm not sure if I even truly believed it. Did it go faster, and if so how was that possible? I would have to see for myself when I get there I guessed. To have come this far was a testament to my own resolve at least I knew that much. Many times I had wanted to quit. I wouldn't have come this far but it was just to much despair inside of me if I had to go back to my humble beginnings. I had accomplished so much as if that really mattered. What did matter was the place I had started was as uncomfortable as uncomfortable could be and I could bear the uncomfortableness no longer. I had to move onward an upward so I had thought. To move upward was a figurative thought and to me it meant to move to a more comfortable position as if this was comfortable and so it seems that the distance traveled was all in my head. For it must be because the more I traveled the more obstacles stood in my way from achieving my goal. The goal, that was the motivation. The motivation was there to help me achieve the goal but the goal once reached seemed no longer like a goal at all but more like a milestone. Alas to some day find the true treasure and what was that treasure to be. For something would motivate me upon my way, the goal so it be called I suppose was worth all the effort if it in fact it could be attained. I have for one have never been satisfied with the end results or for the journey traveled for which it was obtained. It seemed tedious to me. Far to much effort for such little reward but unbenounced to me somebody somewhere was supposedly enjoying it. For who they are I didn't know nor did I care.  I just wanted it to be over and the sooner the better.

I came across her in a clearing she was standing there alone and I knew she was waiting for someone. I knew who it be she was waiting for too. She was waiting for me and I was waiting for her to notice I was there. I cleared my throat loudly and asked if she was alone. She answered not any more and gazed hard into my eyes. I couldn't have hurt her if I tried and I knew she knew that. I asked her to come with me for there was a better spot just up ahead. She nodded and said I'll follow you anywhere. We set off at a soft pace and looking far beyond I could see the clearing I had in mind. I asked her if she was afraid of me and she nodded to the scar on my arm. "What happened? " She asked. I told her about the battle I'd been in and relayed more than I had ever intended. she knew where I'd been and that was not comforting for I had killed many in battle. The scar left a remnant  deep in my soul of a scar that would never be gone. To kill another man was the true sign off a warrior and I knew I was a fierce a warrior as any. She knew it too and to talk about it brought turmoil and anguish deep down inside. "So it is for the glory you battle?" she asked. "No I fight only to survive" I answered. She cried in my arms as she told me about the friends she had lost in war and trying to comfort her I had to explain the true meaning of life. "How can you kill so many" she asked. "To war is not to discriminate as to who is to die but to kill indiscriminately kill thy true enemy." I answered. I can understand only love she replied but war is to err. in my mind. To war is to survival as air is to live I conveyed. In this world it is to kill or to be killed. This leaves me with great sorry she stated. I agreed and touched her heart with  my hand. I feel your pain but to live is to die. I know she said and we both cried. I will live again and the next life shall be less painful I pray said I. I also she stammered for both of us have known great displeasure in this life and I for one can stand it no longer. Nor I. I replied. So we shall go she questioned with her voice and her eyes. So we shall I replied. We hugged tightly but gently and I could feel the turmoil as  I grasped her throat and squeezed firmly. She slipped into  the unconscious and I  being able to stand it no more plunged the blade deep into my heart. To pass into the beyond is always painful but to continue a futile existence with much pain and remorse was even more unbearable.

From the highway of hell. I can't tell which highway I'm riding its going and going and going unslow and where it ends up I never will know. I run through the forest I climb through the trees I swing from the branches like I'm on the flying trapeze. Where the heck am I going knowbody knows but lately I'm moving very unslow. So where can you find me with the greatest of eaze obviously baby through the lastest of breeze. I run with the wind I move with the sound I thunder and rumble as the worlds going round. I go faster than lightning I move rather fast and I never look back upon my fast moving past. The pasts moving faster the future unslow and where I'll end up I never will know.