I sit. I ponder the past, Willing it to pull me back. I stand. My head begins to spin, And so the day begins. Where am I? How did I get here, Where will I die? The time is a waste, I remain alone and unchanged. A prison for my drifter's soul, A beating heart that isn't whole, An eclipse that lasts throughout the year, Reflected by my broken mirror... I sleep. Overwhelmed by beauty and light, With possibility stinging my eyes- I Awaken.