My Adventure Starts Here

What is this? Where, where exactly am I going now days? What really am I set out to do here? I stand on the endless pathway filled with a thousands directions All leading to my unknowns, Yet not one gives me a sign of light. The air is cold and so bizarre And the trees twisted in un-forgetful ways. Ways that, I don’t know if it is magical, or horrifying.

What, what is the goal to this life? And is it worth going through all this confusion? That is the question. That is my question.
And as I search through this crumbling area Filled with anger, lost, and pity. My answer is found, Lost in the dust of the lifted dirt ahead. There. There is my answer. The answer that grabs me by the withering hand, And leads me, On this crazy, Miscellaneous
Adventure.