Timely Introduction

strangers tend to ignore me searching blindly for glory tattered hands holding half a story but surely; the opemists' plan was escape these sinking sands and not flash brands as burning ticks cross my hands the cost is lost in these lands if this current path is off-track then maybe i meant to lose the map. sheltered from grace, the light casting darkness to face standing in place of lost taste undoubtedly off-pace fighting hyenas for space wondering if life's just a craze? while fighting minotaurs to amaze my vision creates a stage built softly by innnocent rage time for quick choices; before the people spit poetry with ripped voices changing season for a snowdance before walking like nomads in ghostlands forgotten like most plans