Waited all this time just to see it.
I’ll barter everything, to believe.
Enclosed, unknown, thrown, within I have to know.
Beckon from the inside.
Impose, hard-nosed, low, the end is where I’ll go.
Beckon from the inside.
Grail of madness where are you?
Heeding fruitless trees.
Descend into what drowns you,
a void begins to breed.
The destination of every step,
stalking this obsession is all that’s left
Unearth all that surrounds you,
mining sacred seeds.
Conjure a life well beyond yours,
pursuit is the deed.
Calloused hands tremble to touch you, oblivious to what a glimpse can do.
Sewn mouths salivate to taste you, convinced of what is held in the truth.
Marching towards what evades you,
reaping spoils unseen.
Unlock the means to attain you,
filling empty needs.
Until I find you…I’ll follow you.