The sun goes down, the moon rises. We come out. You feel fear and loathing. The missing child who doesn’t notice your foolishness and can’t find a way. Only consolation to the dead.
Has not you noticed powerless yet? Observe you in a mirror. How are you plan to remove obstacle? Erasing it which deny yourself.
Pray for the lost sheep. Pray for the lost sheep. Pray for the lost sheep. “Forever wandering.”