Untried and untested,
One fits nowhere but here in anonymity.
There is no birthright - no innate guidance.
or destination is handed down.
Shackles are the one thing free for all.
Dead ends and dead lives abound here,
obscures all but the immediate.
Sweet dreams fall from reach here;
fade from existence - fade from sight.
They merge with the
black in decay and neglect.
The surroundings here are sparse and desolate,
and life here is grief,
but the path leading here
is short and simple-
it is so like these aspirations.
Better ways and better times are bitter memories.
Lost lives live here
without inspiration or desire.
Here is the lowest of places,
but do not despair.