A journey.

Desolation beyond the comparison of forever.

I walk,

Though not aimlessly through this world,

Searching for something,

Though I'm not sure of what.

Perhaps I search for my fate,

Or maybe I search for my immortality,

The answers with no questions,

Those irrisputable brain benumbing answers,

Does no one hear my cries?

Of course not,

 How could they?

When my mouth opens to cream,

Not a sound can be heard.

So I continue on my own path,

Silently along my way,

The sun on my face,

Then on my back,

My journey thru life continues,

Though I appear to be content,

Though I look to be alive,

In the great portrait of life,

You can paint me as a dead soul.