No matter what I keep searching.
It's like nothing matters but these answers.

Must ask questions,
From my goal I never stray.
To fill the void,
Because this feeling, never, goes away.

I feel lost, desperate for direction.
Examine the path, thru cross section.
Make my own meaning,
To find fragments of truth in grains of essence.

Can never stop,
Until I'm out, of empty pages.
Until this storm reaches its cadence.
Until the act is done,
And the fury no longer rages.

In times like this, I remember my path has barely commenced,
Reverse the tense, honing skills to clutch the sixth sense.

Must purge anxiety,
Express my voice with no fear of society.
Because on any given day,
I may face the calamity.

All I have left,
Is the urge to find my voice.
Must transcend the material,
To walk the path of the ethereal.