My words contain a certain darkness.

Seems a bit tawdry but there is purpose.

Inside the recesses of my mind,

lays a seemingly constant rewind

of all of my greatest fears or errors.

So, like throwing a dart at a distant

board, perhaps finding that bulls eye

is the ultimate quest, the desire, the hope.

Used to believe the night sky only existed

to let us fascinate ourselves about the eternal

nature of our lives in a maze of misunderstanding.

Today I think we’re defined by that ability

to venture through those confusing moments.

Embark on a journey with me,

let’s find some peace in the chaos.