Coming to Terms
I reside in a world,
saturated in mystery,
pregnant with stillborn truth.
I stumble along a foundation,
founded on fear and self-interest,
yet rooted in oblivion.
I seek only stability,
in my search for understanding,
but are they compatible?
I will forever ask the question,
shall I be satisfied,
confined to the boundaries of my box?
My inescapable, unalterable box,
is all that I have to call my own.
I will be satisfied.
-Skep