I die.
I return.
Over and over again I'm reborn.
Every resurrection a piece lost to the storm.
No answers to the inquires I have .
Seeking them and finding madness.
They told me things I should not know,burdened with knowledge no one believes as they are taught the wrong beliefs to keep them as puppets on a string. Will they learn to accept things ? In Time it will be seen. Till then I Seek.

© WARDYN