Secrets have been told to you
It is a wonder
If they have been kept
Your speech is riddled
With vague sanity
The truth seems far
Vanishing from your clutches
Your queries fall to the void
As you stoically abide by your burden
The unvarnished chassis that is your beginning
Is what you urge all to see
Whilst you speak in hopes
That your lips do your mind justice
Your eyes consume any that brave them
Confined to the phantom maze
Built on some semblance of the past
Folded hands in silent prayer
You wait for the breath
That will sate your quandary