What I am

I began to recognise that the realities and memories that I had believed in for so long had been an apparition. They were nothing more than the work of delusion, deception and distraction.

As I tried to contain my fury at my naivety, waves of aliveness swept through me. A thousand souls began to speak inside of me, each whispering different secrets. I became convinced that I was a sage, an artist, a madman, all at once.

Oh what a gratifyingly agonising burden of destiny!

And yet, like the countless others before me, all my labours would be futile. Forgotten. Ultimately, an entire existence of insignificance, which at best would amount to nothing more than a fleeting speck of dust in this mad, timeless universe.

Still, I was compelled by an inexplicable force to sing. And this was all I could now bear to do.

Had I been possessed by a blessing or a curse?

Only time would tell

The only thing that I could be certain of now, was that I had arrived on the path of no return.