Awaiting the ideas of selfishness to come forward and show me the way. The way beyond the idle thoughts that drift in and out of my mind like most and fog. A fog of war that is fought by myself against foes unknown from all but me. I strive to fit into the fold of societal norms that ask the selfish roaring needs of the soul. Solace and salaciousness overwhelm me and all that remains is the shell of a man.
Wandering
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My Quest 