I recall a time when I used to view the future clearly 
Planned out every minute detail purposefully  
To ensure my life was lived successfully 
I laid every brick intentionally

Nothing could have prepared me,
When the boulder rolled down the hill suddenly 
And when I turned around, the space it once held was empty 
I broke out into a sprint attempting to halt the inevitability

Fixated on the chase, I could not see 
A cavernous hole waited patiently for me 
I tripped into the black, falling freely 
Swirling down to the depths of obscurity 

I awoke encircled by roots and soil 
My brittle bones ached wearily from the toil 
Lost in perpetual solitude, my heart began to recoil 
Rummaging through various states of inner turmoil 

Days to weeks to months 
Sunny days blistered my eyes 
Frozen nights muffled my cries 
Hoping someone would hear my plea, if only once

Months to years until a decade went by 
A copious amount of time vanished in the blink of an eye
This is not the place where I will die
At long last, it’s time to say goodbye

Utilizing roots and protruding stones
Ascending from the twisted comfort of home
Every inch, I clamber alone
Climbing steadily toward the unknown