The Unknown Being Alone

Twisted imaginations, Sending many fascinations. Looking to my hand, Seeing no sight of a single strand. For alas tis' they who arch in you, For I have no memory to brew. Warming all the sensations, To give a flow of more creations. The sun dripping it's heat, Giving no room to stop and give defeat. Lacking the need of oxygen, As if immortal again. Giving nothing to explain. What yet remains unknown, Is what shall remain alone. Driving off to the dead end, Leaving thy feelings to bend, For I seek what is unknown, Cause' I rely on being alone.