The day is young, the sky is blue
Its hard to know what to do
Is it not time to reach my dream?
I feel like a fool going up stream
Yet there is some peace in emptiness
But who wants peace to be addressed
A crossroad rises and I must proceed
Does time move at unnatural speed
How can one choose, I wish I knew
Follow me heart to see whats true
Perhaps Im cured, perhaps Im not
Well see if my wound begins to clot
Forgiveness seems to be obsolete
For most that travel, its what they seek
Sometimes I wish the past was gone
The future rises, the present dawns
But whispers echo off of tomorrow
Roam the world in endless sorrow
Wind picks up and clouds glide
Through the heavens sin subsides
Living off a constricted space
The challenge of life is one to face
Fire consumes, and water preserves
Only the gods know which one I deserve
So help me gods, this I ask
Help me beat this complex task
For history is unimportant here
Because the outcome was never clear.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 374 AF.