I walk astray
and into walls
I search myself in the mist
Mirrors are steamed
and I forgot
who I amI flee from thoughts
driven by hunger
I thirst for redemption
Everything tastes bitter and foulI want to break
and revive
Nobody breaks me
I am a phoenix without fireThe source is dry
the force is missing
I wade through residu
of annoyance, impotence
and regretHow desolate
to see the light
but not the pathHow lonely
to reach
but not to touchWhenever the circle seems round
it spirals away
The purpose of the quest
is to get lostI walk astray
Frank Robben (2017)
and into walls
I search myself in the mist

The mother of all midlife crises
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