I set off once more with the
Weary road winding behind me
Littered with the dry leaves of fall
Some loose, some piled
Most choose flight in the wind

It was a sudden storm
That found me unaware
As the dark settled in
No refuge from driving rain
Pummeling my aching back

On through the maelstrom
Of sound and flashing light
Piercing the worn armor
Crafted early, weathered long
Barely sufficient in use

And yet on my journey
No evidence was found
Of all those truths I sought
The dust deals in silence
The bare land reveals nothing