Day by day, I find myself distracted.

I find a strange twisting in my gut,

an eeriness in my precise vision.

The world affects my judgement- my goal- my destination

and I let it.

But I am not the only confused soul in Our World.

I am not the only discarded being

in desperate need of redeeming parchment. 

But I will prevail through means of my scribbles and writings.

I will let careful words bind together into a harmonic array.

I will be tired, but have unriveting purpose 

My mind, a managerie of bewildering feelings and thoughts must prevail...

Without this, I serve no purpose in Our World.