Are you okay?

That's all I am.

On my highest lows and lowest highs;

They aren't painful enough to be noticed,

They aren't anxious enough to pacify.

Is your heart unclean?

Yes, it's musty since long.

Like spiderwebs dancing in the flowing wind,

And grimy, fallen, torn paper behind the bed

The downing pieces are now all finned.

Do you want to go back?

No, I want to crawl forward.

I've missed myself in search of myself on the roads

And I only covet to find my ruination

On the roads less travelled and more.