Trapped in mediocrity
Wondering whether my tongue will eventually taste the sweetness of immortality
Sometimes I hear the secrets hidden in the silence
Their words pass on tides of ambiguity,
Spoken to be understood by souls of superior beings.

I often sit by the bon fire,
And recite the tales of a human stricken by loneliness
The burning flames are nothing but a symbol of the liberation of the state of euphoria,
Which once brought warmth to the shivers of my flesh.

I fell in love with the idea of sleep
My innocuous thoughts dabble across oceans,
Trying to find the lighthouse which will entice happiness
Allowing me to eradicate darkness,
The darkness which has been embedded within the density of my bones.

The misadventures of a man attempting to break the cycle of mediocrity,
The mystery of his fate is captured within the sands of time.