Epic Search

Search of the random,Lost with words,Lost in time.

Connections we make,Happiness we seek as a goal,And yet connections so feable,So delicate, yet desperate

Brainless zombies would,Do what we do in our heads.Running into things as ourMinds run into people.

And yet we’re still lostWith the strongest groupAnd the strongest connections.

Yet. All we do is be bornBe merry, eat and die.

When a few findThe illuminated path,The reason to live, to loveTo discover, to survive and fightGet lost within the sensesLost within the system…

Will the others remain as naiveCluttered and stomping,Walking against the wall of his purpose,Moving forward in effortBut fixed in his position,He knows not of it.

Thus we seek the ultimate MessiahWe’d still be blind if you stood in front,For what could have been great minds,Is wasted conditioning toWhat we call society.

Oh! I wait not for the saviour anymoreI’m on my quest.I set afoot on this path…

Footnote:God save me! The irony.