Adventure!

I know not why I wander.

I only know that I must.

Chasing down a dark hallway

of mystery, lies and distrust.

Unsure of where I am going;

yet unable to help myself.

Marching to where I am called

without regard of anything else.

Its scope ignores all reason;

as grand as one can be.

The only limit my imagination

which changes what I percieve.

Without it I become a husk;

a shell of my normal self.

My mind screaming in agony

trapped and beyond any help.

When I tread a premade path,

whether well worn or brand new,

something feels like it's missing,

as if the world itself is askew.

I cannot accept the logical.

I do not think I can learn.

How do others accept their fate

without feeling any concern?