I know you’re there, just out of sight,
There among the black far-reaches
Like a rider of dreams in the night
Searching for reason that impeaches.
You have left behind no traces
Of where you’ve gone or maybe sent.
Your journey seeks familiar faces
Yet posed in unfamiliar bent.
And reasons, they are vaguely veiled
While cognizance won’t clarify.
And rationale is un-detailed
While reaching does but rarify.
Oh, where does purpose hide its grail,
There in the crevice of a mind -
For wont of quests that do not fail
In hopes of dreams that are not blind?
I call you not, you’re back unpacked,
A door of no return passed through -
Rejoined with logic’s wakeful tact
And much to share betwixt the two.
Living isolated in the shadow of defeat,
piece by piece I place the pieces,
giving up mates then weed I had to beat,
released from deceit so nothing reaches,
driven ungraciously weak in my retreat,
teased by grief from fallacious impeaches,
drifting at pace injudiciously indiscreet,
displeasing unabated fatuous speeches
* i was going to call this my struggle, but then i remembered Hitler wrote something called "mein Kampf" which when translated becomes "my struggle". lol