Sights to see and places to go.
How will you seek the places you roam?
With pleasure and joy for the bliss you will find?
Or with sorrow looming in dark places of mind?
Your friends of fault, and demons of doom,
slinking in your confessions and doubts?
Ha! No adventure is too great I say.
But the moon never comes out in the places we lay.
Unknown to the world--
Unknown to man--
Unknown to the very closest friend.
The pit. That very pit of anguish.
You are never alone and yet forgotten.
How is this to be?
It is always to be.
Alone. Unwanted. And always forgotten.