You make me feel strange

In a way I am yet to decipher

Crave feelings, I can only imagine to feel

thing so indeterminable, it’s unreliable

how 

I am already so deep, thoughts of making my way out

are not understood 

as cryptic as a foreign language

I have never heard

shall I ever climb out? why not dig deeper, go further?

follow my foolhardy to the very end

what difference would it make? 

The end result is the same.

Book 10: #17 pg 71