So here's a song to listen to along the way.
And here we go.
I am a garden under the moon in silhouette. I am a cross of words not yet met. A headlight in the sky, or a waterfall of make-believe. The aftermath of a disaster hoping to meet harmony.
I'm no more richer than the clothes on my back, but I've ten-fold what every millionaire lacks. My worries, my troubles, they're all I've ever known. Spending years just sitting here waiting for the sun to dawn.
I've got everything in order, but all of it's astray. Ever the nether of a jester contender for a court before a queen without a joke or rhyme, nor reason to be. I don't know where I'm going or how I can tell, the direction of Heaven or the length of my Hell.
I'm a ship that's been lost at sea for years. Daren't to come to the shoreline, the demons I fear. It's a sick wanderlust in search for another, while the embodiment of alone is the company I suffer. And here on the rocky waves known as the brine, I've nothing to gain but the loss of time.
I am a circus that holds every animal you wish you could see, every color that was born and every shade in between. My touch is a passion with a flame underneath, capable of desire no other man could reach. The sounds that I make are where the wind won't carry, with no ear to listen and only silence to ferry.
No matter what I am or how I may seem, above all else is a single truth: I am, and always will just be me. Not perfect, not infallible. Just me.
A human being.