The doom

Within the walls it lingers, the deluge of doom.

It whispers false hope amidst its phoney parade.

This is the vortex of which we are part, it sucks on our souls while clawing the core.

Cradle the dream of something beyond and once at the brink throw down your sheckles and dance.

The direction

From whence we came we can never be sure, but if the course of our voyage is mapped out before us then surely direction is merely a myth.

The insiders

They've been party to the paths I've never taken, they've grappled with the gravel and chewed on the dust, they've absorbed the textures of many adventures and yet they are left alone, untied at the door.