A man without a purpose
is like a quest without an end
-useless.
Like the lion at the
gate of the palace,
I've lost my courage.
Can faith be restored
once it's gone?
it's- hopeless…
The squeaking of the wheel
is driving me mad.
Slow descent into-
what?
Obscurity is the
greatest darkness;
walking anonymous through
the world, never knowing
your fellows, or they you
Trapped-
like an ant under a
mean kid's magnifying glass
I want so much to get away,
but I'm afraid I can
no longer feel my legs…
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