I'm sitting here thinking, racking my brain

afraid what may come out will render me insane

but why should it matter to you anonymous Joes

you all well may be scratching your nuts or picking your nose

I liken myself a humble man not yet twenty and two,

a dropout of college, one year and I was through,

I took away much, and left behind little,

my journey ahead requires I be fit as a fiddle.

Confinement, all I've known since leaving that fateful place,

but a morning light has been birthed before my very face,

beckoning me to escape this dark hidden realm,

to bear a torch to truth with the Lord at the helm

I know not how such revelations will be made manifest,

For it certainly is not I who's the arbiter of my steps,

What is fear but death, and death separation,

It's power but an illusion to distract the creation.

Passion is key in this hour of ever waning light,

Natural reason won't guide in the dark winter's night,

Your talents will teach you of creation and it's reflection in you,

Seek out that which is eternal for it's lessons are true.

Our culture is built on grand delusions of sinister design

Trust not what you hear on television, or even online

The world is not your friend, whichever face is in power

Trust your guiding light in this darkening hour