
Beneath the moon’s unyielding gaze,
Where shadows dance and chaos plays,
Ten decrees, a mystic guide,
To walk the edge, where truths collide.
No dawn awaits the idle soul,
Eternal rewards demand the toll.
Keep eyes ahead, the wheel in hand,
For life’s great highway makes no stand.
Face the fear that binds your will,
Its power fades when you are still.
Unmask yourself, let truth ignite,
A burning star in endless night.
No rules confine the seeker’s stride,
The moment’s fire must be your guide.
Listen close to silence’s hymn,
Its whispers stem from worlds within.
Hold your friends, your sacred few,
Who see your soul and cherish you.
Break through the veil, where dreams reside,
And taste the thrill of the other side.
The poet’s gift is now, not sought,
A fleeting flame, a lightning thought.
And when death’s hand does close the book,
It opens doors for those who look.
So heed the words, this map of lore,
Each line a key, each step a door.
To follow Morrison’s cryptic song,
Is to find yourself where you belong.