Confused gyrations expect control over me I seek the power to stop, but I cannot.
Controlling dominance coursing through, leaving a burnt husk, ravaged landscapes of the soul.
Congested surveillance of selfishness. Anxious abuse leading me astray.
Worried conversations with people who don’t want, who don’t have anything to lose, to win?
Risking the power of a dream. Seeking the season for hope. Finding solitude.
My Quest 