A wounds ripple

Once upon a time I was fine

That time was so long ago

In this moment I am me

Someone I no longer know

Lost within myself I journey

Slowly while in a hurry

Getting no where yet venturing on

Step by step following a distant song

An echo which seems elusive 

Yet enchanting so I pursue it

This pursuit is leading me astray

Never the less I obey

The compulsion to walk

Is a whisper to which my heart does talk

Secretly somewhat excluding me

I attempt to hear violently 

Desperation is a shameful desire

Fueling my need to feed the fire

Which burns my soul as I stand so close

Agonizing to embrace the ghost

Of the one I was once was

Silently knowing he's lost above

Or more likely deep below

What I've lost remains unknown

A fragile memory driving insanity pure

A subtle hunger, a sparkling allure

A glimmer in the distance to which I reach

With a grasp of hopeless embodied defeat

Like ecstasy, absolute fleeting relief

Obsessive desire of peace to teach

Lessons of hope are still within

Yet truth be told this lie is a sin

Circular paths are formed all around

In pursuit of a glimmer, never to be found

Still hunger puts one foot in front of another

Naive beliefs may be uncovered

Yes naivety cloaks my stifled intent

With which I am not allowed to repent

The truth while the key

I am not ready to see

So onward I carve this path of intrigue

Ignoring the truth, not yet for me

Blinding myself in the name of pride

I push forward imagining the tide

Of solace in my heart cleansed by the surf

From an ocean of which I believe will birth

My redemption and salvation

A glorious validation 

Still my gaze lowers with grace

I fall lower with every step that I take

Walking in circles unwilling to know

That that which I seek I already hold

I glare outward for the shimmer within

Deep in my heart I have always been him

Hard to accept, I continue to walk

Stalking the essence of all I have got

Yet while had it is still not held

I place myself in a personal hell

My honour is my effort, lost to the cause

While all along what I want, I always was

Writing these words, displays I'm aware

So then perhaps I don't really care?

Or rather I am simply unwilling to dare

Either way still, only may I contemplate

Life and it's substance, not feeling the weight

Feeling too little while feeling too much

Shadows of confusion, I am chilled by the touch

A ripple that quakes with ruthless repeat

A song in my heart, beat by beat

Seeded by a wound which cut so deep

Deafening noise, so for me no sleep

Awake yet afar, pacing along

Pulled by a wound's ripple, as if it belongs

-Instincts-

"it's not about what you know. It's about what you feel. Listen to your Instincts!"