Slowly, I go. Slowly, I come. Surrender. Takes time. When time is present. Easy, when timeless.
 
I am the timelessness locked in time trying to unwind the captive of my mind. The caption it plays, the comicry, the mimicry, the illusion of me.
 
I am not the prisoner but the guard. My own guardian. Where do I begin when I never end? I play The Fool and The Lost One, neither are the most fun. But yet I find, within them, they are The Tormentor that mentors me Home.