Which where do we wander?

Makeshift through a day's wander. I metro fitted the night like it was a tail end to salvation. Being an Outer-space Pirate meant that I had to be cunning. A lot like a fox whilst searching the steps of an old friend. I must've learned back when instinctual breaths caught up to me. Today was going to start with a night. From the inner darkness that we call you when passion arises. We are the cobra children, venomous in our bite. So hard, and so very fragile we became, as the fangs pierced through my doubt. You are the written tongue we bit. So as to say, the rattler is far too loud in warning to be of ear true danger. So long as you have your ears open. 

Son, we mustn't fret too long. Let us travel the red trail, that which is avenged through what the future withholds. Atop its capture, I am sure that we will find what we are looking for. And atop its almost point, the point where allusions elude you, you will find yourself. Atop a moment, you will find reflection. You will find yourself woven amongst the tribe. And you will deny fangs in the night. You will find famine. You will find fortune. And you will find clarity amongst the onliest point,, the point that matters most, the only awakening that there is,,, you will find heaven.