Transient
I will always be alone.
A haunter of this inward realm.
Alone in mind yet shroud in self,
this useful useless bag of flesh..
I wish some entity of wiser stature,
would visit my lonely astral hill.
Sweeping tendrils of starlight wonder,
to ease my angst and anxious feel...
For I walk amongst yet on my own,
in this lifeless dust-formed inward plane..
a matrix expanding on it's own..
this lonely road set in my brain...