Wall of Thorns

Days of crude reflection,

Isolated in that foreign past.

Solitude with no discernible direction,

Thinking back on twilights passed.

Rebellion causes reaction,

And actions never last,

Confined to this unnerving mind;

Together, how we wither fast.

I know not where to go,

Or where to look, or what to say.

Nothing lies beyond this wall of thorns that's here to stay.