The realms of the azure sky,
The crimson red,
A streak of Golden!
I've the Wanderlust.
I look for Pegasus,
I'll fly above all men.
The wind caught in my hair,
My soul so cleaned.
Walking on the clouds,
I come across a gate,
Beyond which there is naught but Darkness.
It remains closed and Forbidden.
Was it the gate to hell??
Maybe Heaven?
Why should Heaven be the abode
Of Gods and Angels?
Where everything is perfect?
Can i not call my soul 'Heavenly'
If my Conscience is clear,
I give no insinuations,
And I've done good?
Why should i connect Hell
with Fire and Satan?
I'l call the act of refusal
To help a Fellow Human
Equally 'Hellish'.
Now i comprehend,
That Heaven is not about White,
Its about us being Happy,
And have a crystal clear Conscience.
Being human enough to
To help our kindred in need.
To banish Evil,
Foremost from our minds.
The gates open,
And I bathe in the Enlightenment.
I see Pegasus,
Waiting for me.
I have the Wanderlust.
