From an aura dark and grey
Shades and charcoal highlight the day
From cracks in the lining
Disavowing darkness in its light
Hedging fear with phosphorescent bright
Dagoba travelled to
Wandered swamp and wasted lands
In search of answers
Seeking words,
To follow the question’s point
Mentor, you were supposed to be
My guide, showing me what path to take
Where are you?
Why is it that you hide?
Be it could, real not you be?
From vision to unfocused eye
Swinging blindly at specks in space
Flailing wildly in this place
While my essence has grown externally
Mature the senses have yet to reach
I once was but a child
Attending to family and dreams
But now
Tatooine means nothing to me
What once was I
Has since drawn dry
Who I was supposed to be
Has since grown blind
When forces collide
To walk the sky
Boots of cloud
Secures ankle to thigh
A whole existence
Stranded upon a thousand burning stars
Too close to this sun
Feeling heat
The fall will be harsh
Forever scarring each and all
Caught up in adventure
I’m reminded daily
Of my lack of attention
Otherwise provide I could have
Offered protection
To the only ones
That had ever known
Instead a whirlwind
Mitochondrial
Commencing rage and war
Against prosperity of self
Against the will
Numb it all goes
Numb it has grown
Malignance shall soon come
Thus shifting into a force of one
Praying to the darkest skies
A power so great will consume
With mask removed
Into a reflection of what could have come
In this moment, I’ll declare
A Jedi I once was
