738 days in and it feels like prison;
To cast my will away would be to sign up for life.
Chains strewn throughout,
Held down, but nothing to grasp.
Grasping is the temptation of the Devil;
Twiddling idle minds, like thumbs.

The ebony shade had cast a dark distance;
The depth of night would swallow echos whole,
Leaving no trail and no solemn mark.

But, a million delusions would rampant rage,
Ripping and tearing at an illusory cage.
One fine mark, between light and dark..

Clarity would tease its way through the shaded groves
And the branches would create a labyrinth,
Showing the light where to go.

To my heart and the center of the circle.
Where, on the hill, the sun rises purple.
And the lonely chant drifts off like smoke..

On winter's last day's length
When the leaves display like drooping curtains
Washing away the white rain for a season to pass

The calm softness would wrap me as it would melt the last
Waiting for the next season of life; Rainbow flowers and grass.

How could I begin to convey my rage
Reaching pain's infinity in a single day..

Stable and stern, I watch with a downcast, I admit.
They are marching forever; follow the one in front..

Who is to say what is on the mind
Of a blind rover?

Or what winds are cast upon the back
Of a grand avian?

Let me pass without a second glance.

Who to be,
How to grow

Along this rocky current,
The Ever Changing Flow.

In the water raft, I am alone.
Center of the sea, under the moon's ghastly glow.

An isolated isle of being yet to be,
So unto thee I cast this message to let me see.

Release the Burning Light of Clarity unto me!