Windfall

Unstable inferiority, plaguing my thoughts.
Riddled with crimes and passions of such,
Melodramatic acts, unbalanced upon,
The epic bound path horizon beyond.
I bite my conscious, to see if it was sleeping
It lashed back with prophecy, suddenly creeping
From an obscure origin, of journeys once traveled
On roads less taken, when the story unraveled.
Mythical disposition unearthed beyond recollection,
Or were they simply apparitions of an altered perception.
They spoke of simplicity, and contemplation of
Everyday labyrinths, imperative for love.
I gave them my gratitude and left with a godsend
I would then share with those, who need only to mend
Continuing down the path engulfed in new lore,
Returning with visions... sought after evermore.