The track

When there is nothing to come back to I find myself a nomad,

Mind tirelessly running from unprivileged thoughts too concealed for me to rid myself of

Consciousness looms over my psyche but it stays drenched in the sorrowful fog of my predecessing thoughts until they meet a shattered state & start again

Perhaps I shall one day come back to my thoughts abandoned & they shall grow instead of being orphaned to my unconscious processes.