boy, overcome poster

Tired of wandering I took a moment to rest. I tried to find comfort in this vast, open space, illusive as my own peace of mind. Surveying the clouds like the child I was so long ago, I almost willed them to paint me a picture. As I began to feel they too were as unreliable as everything else in my life, a deliberate wind danced like a brush in the sky, revealing what I guess it felt I needed to see. I never really understood the need to visualise this kind of cryptic fantasy, because I was so tired of everyone and their affinity for an inspiring metaphor, but losing myself in the skyline something resonated in head, a voice, an unfamiliar voice, it said: "Boy, overcome" As if the very answer that I didn't know I was looking for suddenly found ME, I turned to my own metaphorical demon, my only loyal companion. and quizzically it caught my eye I said what I needed to say, what I should have said a long time ago, when I was lost in another lifetime. It nodded in a sullen understanding... and it vanished.