Wilderness

I know well what I’m supposed to be need to be before I die Looking desperately for beauty amidst the ugliness chaos and confusion of desolate wastelands Shoeless on sandy shores deserted beaches rife with washed up irrelevant revelations Hacking my way with a machete of hope through the brambles and thorns of a wanton wilderness There are no signposts to guide those like me without a name a claim to fame the freedom that money grants the fortunate few Meandering my way through without a map I sing solo desiring a duet as I pass by bleached bones The starved skeletons of those who came before me Their empty orbits stare menacingly in stark warning Yet still I search seeking what I may never find Mocked for my tenacity by the demons dancing to funeral dirges in my mind