When

When will it be
That I will see
Everything I’m meant to be
Where every turn
Is said to lead
Where ego can no longer feed

The questioning mind
Is a formidable foe
With the stories it creates
The fictional thoughts
The emotional strife
To which consensus can relate

The door is cracked
The path is there
And there is no turning back
I must have faith
that the road ahead
Really has no lack

Old patterns flare
They fight to stay
How can I stay resolved
Let go of fear
And come what may
Illusion be dissolved.