Did you ever feel like you were drifting?
The things surrounding your very purpose coming unhinged, unreal?

I find myself floating, leaving the ground, untethered…and at risk.

Vulnerability runs rampant.

A tidal wave of fear crushes the spirit and assails the mind.

Is it a dream? Or the realization that passions can lead one into believing too much in the power of honor and dignity?

I begin to question my very sanity.

Corruption is everywhere. I bow my head to perfection and know it can never be attained.