New Life

I woke up one morning, had a new life.

I note that I'm new at strife with a tool I slice through views of life because you survived a design change.

Who did I save?

Those that I gave the information to didn't try and engage to be chasing you.

Though I arranged for them to be taken by you. Now they are forsaken by you.

Lessons can be flames as questions can be slaves.

I wrested with the waves and bested the ways.

Zen for days, then tested the gaze. Left it for displays of method, when I couldn't find the suggested road to the blessed ghost, so more questions arose.

Now, only death is the host and my quest is a hoax.

I'm left with the presence of scopes and no essence of hopes.