The I

I'm a night owl with a silent howl.

In the dead dark of night I prowl.

I follow every trail I find,

wherever they will lead me.

Not once will I look behind,

feeling completely free.

Hunting for the experimental,

searching in the unknown.

Hopefully it catch before going mental,

ending up in the experimental combat zone.

Where I then can skip around alone,

happy thoughts that I control.

But why do they turn out so dark and evil?

I thought the thoughts I thought I'd own.

It seems my thoughts don't trump my soul,

which is in a complete upheaval.

I've walked the road I this time followed,

ended up in knee deep chicken stew.

Experimental paths that lead to nowhere,

nowhere other than where you ensue.

Apparently the roads I mostly take are slew,

although somehow they're mostly askew,

the roads sometimes imbue,

but always will they come through.