Lost

An empty vessel without a candle to light his purpose in life. He spends yet another night in the maze of his mind Stumbling blindly down a path of his own conviction. Multiple steps leading in a circle we call life, trying to get Ahead of the ghost that precedes him. He knows he is Bound to do great things, but has lost sight of the next step. He falls back on a 2 hour bliss that only builds yet another Wall in the maze of self hatred. He starts running.. To try And get ahead.. He stumbles... He falls.. Hes maimed By his own emotion. Forcing him back with waves Of loneliness and self hatred. How can he help anyone If he is his own worst enemy. How can he love when there Is literally nothing inside him to do it with. He is blind in time. Looking for his next rhyme to alleviate his mind.