I am but silence, overtaken by my desire. I have lost my way, I hope to find the trails I left behind since my journey started. Eclipsed by justifications not of my own will but that of the populace from this untamed soil I step on.
My pride is forever, never broken. I forget what I can be, what I can do. Misery haunts my corners, pushing me right in the middle of a faith I never want to accept. Choice has been my reckoning, my every being to points of failed decisions.
My rather incomplete attitude towards my actions relinquishes me of my jaded self. I overcame senselessness through my doomed will. What is it? Who is it? Who dare stop me from getting in my own way. Unbeknownst to me, I have become no one.