as the rest move in a herd in time, fixed and onward some remain at a pace of their own slower, wallowing in crevices, an act of conscious apartheid familiar with the shortage of influence, that is, separation. wandering by will vicariously living through a phobia of confusion hence why lost souls remain lost fear of false direction, fear of decision uncertainty amongst hysteria a deadly duo for the few settlement has become still and those lost are familiar with movement 2 steps forward, 12 steps scattered here and there and it's unclear up and down its all around the dance to delusion goes to no sound but illusion. distress within the body whose mind follows curiosity incessant pondering yields a detriment to the thinker, be about your quest and breed your farewell to the blissful life of ignorance that now follows you - is there a solace to be found for these creatures? has the point of no return passed? the distance behind is immeasurable for the path previously paved is dimly lit to decipher the single instance is a feat of all men does the lone wolf recall?
among the skyscrapers my mind wander how narrow my sight was to only surmise what one might feel realizing there are more to conquer so i take a step back revisiting another possible tracks i could take
You soak your sun-dried dreams in rose water And bead them onto strings of premature promises You once made to your naïve self, Despite your love for dreaming The summer moon’s quick departure Leaves you stranded at train stations And you make your way back through fields Of distant memories Looking for ways to fall asleep