My current state is laughable to say the least. My mind is searching waywardly for a reason to feast. On love, on life, on joy; throes of a common man. For time in constant, I have no plan. Is the world so easy that you shouldn't have to look behind to see where you have been? To march and trod unrelenting in a race you cannot win? Through fire and ice and storm and rain and dust and desert wind, with pain and sorrow until tomorrow I blame internal sin. Strength of spirit is an empty cup to fill from font of paths untraveled. Ignorance of own true worth is a ancient tapestry unraveled. So settle on a peace in chaos to emerge a better man. And learn to love a faith in nothing to trust a greater plan.