Untried  and  untested,

One  fits  nowhere  but  here  in  anonymity.

There  is  no  birthright  -  no  innate  guidance.

No  direction  or  destination  is  handed  down.

Shackles  are  the  one  thing  free  for  all.

Dead  ends  and  dead  lives  abound  here,

and  failure  obscures  all  but  the  immediate.

Sweet  dreams  fall  from  reach  here;

fade  from  existence  -  fade  from  sight.

They  merge  with  the  black  in  decay  and  neglect.

The  surroundings  here  are  sparse  and  desolate,

and  life  here  is  grief,

but  the  path  leading  here  is  short  and  simple-

it  is  so  like  these  aspirations.

Better  ways  and  better  times  are  bitter  memories.

Lost  lives  live  here  without  inspiration  or  desire.

Here  is  the  lowest  of  places,

but  do  not  despair.