I wandered lonely as a cloud,

Reliving moments from the past,

Everything leading to this moment isolate me from the crowd

Wondering why I am here, and will i last?

Surely my imagination and ego blind,

Creating connections mind soul and fantasy,

As the pressure builds I can no longer unwind,

Each step I take, we make, I doubt my own sanity.

Not your wish nor mine, is it possible to accept?

To quit running in shame, and instead allow one to be swept?