Fisad now broken,

Not a lie to others, but to self.

WhoWhatWhy Am I?

Nameless my inner, label not of this realm. 

Constant battles within of the correct; as if there were truly an answer key to the never-ending test. 

No corrections, if no one as true judge. 

Longing for the direction to be pointed.

Yet, who is the one pointing? 

A guiding figure, just an illusion of manifested fear 

Of control.

I hold no truth, for there is no right.

Yet I hold no lie, for there is no wrong.

The only reliance of existence, the constants,

For the only consistencies of an inconsistent realm, are the Guardian Three:

Mother Sun, Father Moon, Brethren Starlight.