Isolation Desperation Circumnavigation In search of something Nothing Everything To find a path Or blaze one Like Macbeth "What's done is done" And no one comes To tell you how Or why Or where To head from here.
Destination? Unknown. In search of A place To be yourself Nothing else Not a mask A faceless persona A mote in a sunbeam Cog in the machine Empty flask Dried husk But revitalized Reenergized Brought back to life Like a spring after a hard rain
Escape the inevitable, The Conqueror Worm Leave behind old worlds to burn Embrace your inner form Shelter from the outer storm In search of In search of-