Here I sit behind this veil of darkness,
Encapsulated by my own free will,
Searching for the existence of something I cannot smell, touch or see,
What has lead me to this place of isolation?
Ever changing inside, I am as confused as you;
This battle for will has left us both drained,
Drained of understanding,
You sit tolerant of nothing,
I will sit shrouded,
Protected from your misguided words,
Until you give in,
And I find the words to say I am free,
And you accept them.
