I.S.O.

Isolation
Desperation
Circumnavigation
In search of something
Nothing
Everything
To find a path
Or blaze one
Like Macbeth
"What's done is done"
And no one comes
To tell you how
Or why
Or where
To head from here.

Destination?
Unknown.
In search of
A place
To be yourself
Nothing else
Not a mask
A faceless persona
A mote in a sunbeam
Cog in the machine
Empty flask
Dried husk
But revitalized
Reenergized
Brought back to life
Like a spring after a hard rain

Escape the inevitable,
The Conqueror Worm
Leave behind old worlds to burn
Embrace your inner form
Shelter from the outer storm
In search of
In search of-