I just wished to explain something,

Along my mind is a map,

Of different questions that I've answered,

Of questions that faced me,

The god put on my character sheet,

When I arrived in this place.

There are a lot of terrible questions ,

The earth sort of brings it out,

It has its own questions and that's okay.

Then there's the question of history,

But let's not ask.

Then there's the question,

Of repetition,

Of money,

Of how many lives,

I've wasted here,

To get to this point.

I don't know how the heavens,

Have arranged it.

Its always what it has to be.

It’s always ingrained,

In reality.

Against the reflection,

Of the question,

Of what happens to be there,

In the void.

And its always there.

The scope of this place.

Just what it needs to be.

Fitting exactly,

Where it should.

But in the end,

I’m not in charge.

I always await,

Direction,

From the people,

From the earth,

From the heavens,

From my past,

From my links,

From what is,

Composed of me.