Where to start,

Like a piece of art

Marking my territory,

With no inventory

Mental or otherwise,

Just standardised lies.

Ideas evaporated,

Doubt activated,

Overwhelmed by sin,

So far from the win.

Picking up the scent

Of unhinged intent.

A lot to process,

A need for progress.

Feeling alone,

A dog without a bone.

But fortune changes

No longer strangers,

Willing to take new risks,

Willing to learn new tricks.