Tortured and resolved is Lost One’s perplexed soul

Fearing the beguiling fears

Can only kill the the hopes of ventures in life

To dwell in the house of comfortable solitude

Is the sentence Lost One gave himself

Now, He must march with borrowed spirit

To the uncharted lands of enigmas and no regret

He is not properly armed or suited

Still, the choice has been made

and so deadly is the option to stay