I have been seeking solace In fantasies Of meeting my quietus All my pleas to the maker To be exonerated from the tyranny of drudgery Fell to the wind
In the throes Of self-abasement I have been torn asunder And rue haunts me Like no ghost ever could
I don't quite know Where this road With no footmarks leads Marching into the uncharted All what my eyes perceive Are visions of fractured glass As I stare into the distance of a destiny painted in eerie hues.