All Alone, I Stand In the Crowd

All alone, I stand in the crowd. All aground, I travel the oceans. All adrift, I'm stuck in the bog. All afresh, I'm back in the stale memories of a wasted past. All aflame, I freeze in the cold recesses of my soul. All afloat, I founder in the green depths of the still lake. All accursed, I stand blessed in the temple within. All asunder, I huddle deep into myself. All asleep, I wake to legions of false shadows. All aglow, I blunder amongst the empty darkness. All aflight, I crash into the dense undergrowth of the deep woods beneath. All across, I turn back and see myself back where I began.