Found

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

Instead, My memories guid me elsewhere.
Bordering on actuality,
Vague visions of my soul.

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

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

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

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

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

Only one voice,
It was mine to be heard.