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 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 'a presence of scopes and no essence of hopes.