Whether the breadcrumb trail
Was laid out for to follow
Ineffective at getting back home
The lead is but this fleeting moment
On top of the other
Preceding before it
Are switches, windows, gates or doors
Comes to a close
There’s always something coming to a close
A hunger triggered by the unknown
Beyond, previously touched on emptiness
That persists in the void
And maybe that's how existence is
Viewed on a plain
Rudderless and random
Orderly beginnings
Chaotic expanse
danDAman 