I seek for that I do not know
My passions compel me to go
Questions plague my weary aimless mind
As blindly, my Self I try to find
Sacrifice and prayers I bestow
Fail to quell the fire in me aglow
Pain, denial, nothingness doth seem
To bring me farther from my dream
Senses deceive as much as letting go
Knowledge claim but does not really know
Just as worldly treasures kill my soul
My lust is poison in a silver bowl
Deranged, disgusted, out of hope
I saw death my answer as I mope
And there it was that sacred mighty cry
"Om", and again I've strength to try
A last trial, one that hurt the most
My past, haunting me like a ghost
I passed, my Self found, I finished the race
My journey over, I am whole, I found my solace.