Lucidlywaking

In pursuit of the ideal Dissolved in riddle Remains the obstruction Between faith and truth. in you all but jaded Heedless in rage A ramble of passion As I dug my grave. Immersed in the echo of silent rendezvous Oblivious to the mumble, Lure me on Abandonment In a bare place Concealed from waking eye Find me sanctuary From within waste Yearning for human touch Human taste. Diluted nonsense Hidden in their face. I become withdrawn.