I don't.

I drank deep from the waters of life

Paced long among the trees of thought

For living I earned but strife

With thinking misery bought.

Instinct drove me further

Silence a spirit did crack

A thousand needles in my mind

As many daggers in my back.

Leaves withered as wind blew

Today I mourn the world I knew.

Lapped greedily at the sap of truth

Clawed desperate at the flesh of meaning

Fought stillness with nail and tooth

A shard of purpose never gleaning.

Longing dragged me upwards

Regret to the earth reclaimed

Innocence scorned and bruised

Soul torn and maimed.

Clouds gathered, shrouded, draped in dew

Today I mourn the world I knew.