Under the veil of silence a voice cries out to be heard. Beyond consciousness, empathy is aroused yet disturbed. This is not the first time you have come to me. A memory faded with case, but it is brought again to life. My conquered mind. Homeward bound to my sanctuary of ease. My companion, my apprentice, my instructor. Arrival is an imperative goal that must be reached, I see that place close yet still too far away. Back to the start to regain what once was mine. Origin of life or death that's said of those that die. My self image, the portrait that once was me has changed once again. The being not yet exercised. Homeward bound... a life of my own cannot be found. Healing me, the rays of the sun. A cool wind blows across the pain. This desert storm brings locusts to me. They feed on my soul, the jackals howl. Success has never been a quality of mine. If this is the way to be, I'll embrace this sign of time. I'll live on now as I have lived in times to be. Once again I roam the land, to walk along holding loneliness' hand. Irony is the journey's end; a circle I've travelled and I've changed none. Reliving the dream.
