Somewhere to feed, Somewhere to succeed, Somewhere to intercede, Somewhere to concede. Unable to connect, Unable to correct, Unable to dissect, Am I suspect? Of the recent distortion, Of all the commotion, Of built up emotion, With my veins ready for exertion. I can… I will… Proceed into the light, Achieve in hindsight, Forever isolated with my reflection. Engaged to go in only one direction.
By Timothy M. Ivory