Psychomachia-Monolith

Clarity, come silence. Conscience splinters within. Constancy, come sanity. A tear in the web of reality. We chase a red horizon beneath an open sky. Clear waters line the rugged lands. The crew has called me their own. I wish I could belong, But they can never know what I hold inside. Our hopeful destination, where central powers reside, Is full of pride to mortify. I long to join their mission, to know fraternity, But my creation haunts and I can't abide. I don't belong here. God, I want to. Where no path is clear I can't hear You. For a time the wind is silent, and I am far from alone. For a moment all is quiet, but I'm so far from home. Alive for once, but once is all I would ever dare to feel. For the storm always returns. All I ask is just an answer. All I want is Unity. These voices clash. Don't leave it up to me. Just make a way out of this endless ambiguity.