Wrong Turn

Astray and disquieted,

I heard thundering whispers

Crawling into the crevices of penitence

Nourishing the delusion.

The immortal delusion,

Empowered by mere souls

and occluded by their perspective.

You, the delusion, loom heftily, 

But 

Is your might bright enough
to garrote my glistening little eyes?

Huzzah to You,

I am a mortal,

Halt delusion! 

Did you skip a costly point?

Yes, I am a mortal.

But,

I am gifted
With two companions,

One, the beautiful time

and two, the dreamy I. 

Time has taught me patience 

And I have bought for myself,

A Beautiful Wrong Turn,

Bidding You, the delusion,

A reverberating Goodbye!

Yes, My Wrong Turn,

A road long as it is,

rippled with stones,

that hurt my plight.

Yet so sanguine,

yet so yearned, 

henceforth, illuminating the bliss of my fight.

Treading along with me,

in quest of Holy Wine,

 my beautiful Wrong Turn,

to the Path of Right!