I watch from the sidelines as it all passes me by,
Strangely alluring, the sights and the wondering why,
When dancing angels fulfill all that you need,
And the truth reigns softly ensuring you're freed.
I venture further forward into the unforgiving forest that is my future. Stumbling blindly as the fog and darkness sets in. Unsure of what I may or may not find I continue blindly in the hope that there may be a single flower sprouting from among the trees. That I may lie with it, and stay there for all eternity. I may have already passed that flower and yet I continue onward in the hope I have not yet done so. I hear the wolfs and the jackals cackle around me, awaiting the wrong step that pulls me down, unceasingly, into the abyss. And yet I hunt, fearlessly, tenaciously, ever onward. Wherever that flower may be I will find it, even if I must find it at the bottom of that abyss.
