Confrontation I have traded months for years, journeying the night road in search of Definitive notes with hopes that they will arrange themselves into a perfect Composition and lead me directly to the

Jumper I count the stars until the pattern of my thoughts is abandoned within A maze of celestial effervescence as the lights begin their dance for me. The dreamer in me interprets the display as a taunt

Drifter's Oath I will stand in the shadow of your light endlessly waiting For you to turn ever so slightly beneath the moon glow I will lose myself in the scripted maze of your secrets Until I decipher