I have veered from my path
Now I stumble aimlessly through the dark
Awaiting the light
This jungle is a mess to circumnavigate
And as I walk circles around my own existence, I curse
Not how it was meant to be
Not how I had imagined it
Not what I had expected
I have lost contact with him
I am lost in space inside of myself
My mortal coil spirals endlessly downward
I am a wreck

A glimpse suspends itself through familiarity
Intuitively I know
Empirically I seek
The answer is here I know
For I have found it before

Haha

Laugh at yourself
For the answer is not found outwardly, but from within
And only through an exercised will
There must be sitting
There will have to be breathing, and use of the watchful eye
Connection comes from deep within and is only fused through discipline
So what do I wait for?