Where are you?

Ah, there it is.

Because of the world they closed their eyes,

Cinders and cinders of thoughts slowly burning their mind.

Delicate dalliances—the daydreams;

Enough to create infinite of fantasies.

Forgotten is the world—though, the cinders still burn,

Gambling the very little that has been earned.

Howling at a moonless night,

Intrepid for spectral heights,

Journeying through illusions,

Killing time with these infinite delusions.

Lover of reverie,

Maker of universes,

Nullify your unending escape,

Obtain the want and need to wake.

Purpose.

Quintessence of will, that will power your resurgence.

Rise yourself, ready yourself, reach for the desires of your soul.

Succumb to the truth that your breath will birth lore.

Take those dalliances and cinders, if your willing,

Unite the sky and earth with your unique stitching.

Valiancy, golden liquid of a hero's story will weave a king.

Walk forward, eyes searching, mind wanting, and feet burning.

Xanadu awaits in whatever form it takes.

You, and only You must call on the three fates.

Zenith, tangible and actual and touchable and substantial, wonderful, glorious, magnificent and unimaginable—is what I know you wish to seek.