Found

 My path does not lead to escape,
Ambition induced security.
Or a twisted sense of serenity.

Instead, my memories guide me elswhere.
Bordering on actulality.
Vague visions of my soul.

Secluded with my thoughts,
Memeries come to light,
While darkness slowly envelopes me.

Awake and dumbfounded,
Searching for my truth.
I wander.

Not of my own volition,
But by another hand,
Guiding me down a road of uncertianty.

Paths that were unexplored.
Now viewed by my imperfect clarity,
In the twighlight of the early mornining.

Distorted and clumsy.
I start to see myself.
Searching for a reason.

Starting Over.