Arcadia

Uninspired for so long now.
A need to write, but not sure how.

Pencil to paper, no words are wrote.
Disorganized thoughts that have no denote.

No purpose, no motivation, I'm just stranded in the dark.
This labyrinth of a life intermittently goes stark.

What am I doing? Where am I going?
I need some guidance from something all knowing.

Simply some direction to something other than this.
To a light hidden inside my cosmic abyss.

To a place free of relentless self-loathing.
A utopia to save my identity from eroding.