Fisad now broken,
Not a lie to others, but to self.
WhoWhatWhy Am I?
Nameless my inner, label not of this realm.
Constant battles within of the correct; as if there were truly an answer key to the never-ending test.
No corrections, if no one as true judge.
Longing for the direction to be pointed.
Yet, who is the one pointing?
A guiding figure, just an illusion of manifested fear
I hold no truth, for there is no right.
Yet I hold no lie, for there is no wrong.
The only reliance of existence, the constants,
For the only consistencies of an inconsistent realm, are the Guardian Three:
Mother Sun, Father Moon, Brethren Starlight.