I've never understood. How this came to be. Questions so complex. Still I'm rambling on. Never looked within. Never found the whys. Meditate. Medicate. Meditate. Breathe. And my Eyes never rolled within. Suddenly I won't depend. On logical answers. On ghost and shadows. Anymore. I've chosen a kind word for myself. For once. Accepted my whole story. So far anyways. Why we defer our Enigma. Why we defer our true love. The same riddle that made me insane. Will shine a beacon in your. And my Eyes. That are awake. Have rolled within. Now I see. With clarity. The path I face. The choice is an Illusion. The path only exists when you pass. If I wasn't me. What would I be?. A shadow a specter. A monster a demon. A jester your killer. Your savior. I might be you. Mind plays funny trick on you if your unsure. Unties two knots three more it creates for you. To decipher the riddle. Is two part quest. First is to accept the enigma. There simply are no start middle and end. This tragic beauty might as well set you free. The second one lies in self reference. Like a cell where two from one came to be. You are the path that you walk on. But the path only starts when you come through. Begins when you go through. Pumpkin skies brings Autumn breeze. To Break our chains. Freedom from the poison of the Desert Haze