Obliterate and destroy my mind.
It is only a faction of anyone's understanding.
No identity and no revelation in form.
No tomes to speak of and nothing to realize it.
Who am I but another soul in this
Completely misguided universe called home.
Nothing in comparison to any other.
Yet to begin would require a journey through the dark.
The dark void of the beginning holds all secrets.
Why I am here, what I do and why I survive.
Answers can never be sought in this thread amongst many.
The question remains endlessly intriguing and always eluding.
I have not seen the future and wish not to either.
But delusions besot me now and then and hold me to waver.
I never understand the reasons of my existence
Or even those to be brought into this chaos.
The question remains and will stay unrequited.
Who I am is just a figment of my own making.
As I linger in the dark with my mind conceiving.
As I stand alone in the world with my heart pounding.