Moving, in no particular directions.
I am searching for a meaning.
For a reason.
While my comrades are barely breathing.
For the twist in their inflections.
I am lost within my mind.
I am seeking refuge in its wake.
I am longing for a closeness.
I find comfort in its connections.
Transient wading through disillusion.
I show anger for that which I lack.
I am studied for my brilliance.
Yet denied ownership for the fact.
I am bled to dissatisfaction.
Then I cry with no objections.
I’ve been thrown upon the rack.
Befitting only of perfections.
I am envious of the surface.
Yet lusted after by the able.
I am the result of a mission.
The product of infections.
The growth of a system.
The endorsement of dissections.
I am the pheonix archetype.
I have met this dejection.
Thus with the passing a scroll.
Five years of greatness.
I shall address all those who would deject.
To this place.
I am rejection.
As now I pass on to the next.