Missing Links

Missing links taunting me to the brink of endurance.

Assurance: a mythical being, fleeing my side, tearing through time farther and

farther back into a world I can no longer reside, or even Reach.

This breach of faith has caused my heart to break, to shatter and splatter my now

effervescent hopes through the lighting storms of my destructive creativity.

Ingenuity is a stranger to me, fervent destruction without reconstruction allowing

me to feel the wheels of practicality speeding over my tender hopes, the fists of

reality beating down on my already bloodied face, the conceptions of convention

teaching my body to shrivel and die, telling me I am a lie, a lie in the face of great

truth, the truth that this is the way, the way, the only way, but through this way I

know I decay, I fade away into the shadow of a former dream, the dream to gleam

only as a tear in the memory of another mind, to conquer time through the eternal

device of death. Ohhh… it's all a mess, but here I am, soaring through time and

sky and clouds, soaring over the plague that is the past, heaving all meaning

overboard and off and out and about the round tables of turning time beating

scheming dying lying but trying, trying! alone.