Carthage

I wanted movement, not a calm course of existence.
I wanted excitement, danger and
a chance to sacrifice myself for my love.
I felt in myself a superabundance of energy
which found no outlet in our quiet life.

This road has always led west.

I found the fundamentals of life
just beyond the peak of understanding.
I pursued greatness and fell short.
I rot away, and the bug population is gnawing
at my self-preservation.

A wanderer, a vagabond some would call me.
I'd much rather prefer the title "Failure."