People lose their way,
people will betray,
people's path will change,
in a great array.

Few men know themselves,
even fewer where their going,
mock my indecision as my life is flowing.

Desperation does a lot to one,
makes them seek something more,
even though their soul is at war.

Shock to the system may awake,
the true one within with a violent shake,
and not allow his true path to so amiss.

Who you are and who you will be,
is defined by I, myself and me,

Tell me I'm a slave,
tell me I am nothing,
my soul will rise above,
even through every suffering.

Who am I?
Who are you?
Do you know?
And do I too?

We are what we choose to be,
now lets let our lives be and choose to see.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Lupar, in the year 645 AF.