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.