The Vagabond

In the darkness Wandering Seeking help Doesn’t seem to work They’re coming Or am I paranoid I want to see Clearly for the first time The way is not clear I’m hiding in fear But fear from what A meaningless prison Ghostly figures marching nowhere And a glimpse of it came forth I saw the beacon Yet I hit the shore How long will this last Feeling helpless, worthless For what it’s worth I know more now That I’ve tried That I’ve fought Am I getting there? The path is fraught with obstacles And I don’t have an axe The sky is covered by the clouds They seem to spite me A meaningless prison Ghostly figures marching nowhere A search and rescue Led by myself And will I find the source Of the anxiety