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I see a sea of epiphanies slightly out of reach

Through fallen trees and broken dreams a hazy trail comes to the scene

Babbling brooks are baffled by blight

While bravery is confused with bellicose might



I make a trek onward through the this unknown path

Trying to find The Way with this fickle little map

Open spaces and dead end roads

Circular trails that spiral as they goad

Laughing in my face like the Jackal with the jesters head

An abomination of nature or a memory misread



Two times the angst and my will is hard to prove

The more I try and get there the less i seem to move

The quicksand in my mind has got me by the soul

Bleeding me of everything but panic, hate and woe



Sit back and take a rest

I let my mind recede

The mental pain has almost left

Because I wont let it breed



The trees are standing up now

The haze has almost gone

I've stopped trying to make it happen

And now I'm almost done



I gave up my desire now

Selfishness and lust

Separated my mind from my body

And I'll watch it return to dust



I'm coming to the sea now and just upon arrival

I realize that getting here wasn't just survival

The thoughts inside the sea are the thoughts inside my head

But the only way to get to them was to give up what I had.