Plot digger

With an empty mind and a few pieces of chalk
I was born
I sought not, knew not what it was to seek
Knew not what is mind, nor feeling, nor thought,
Knew naught.
Look here today at this bundle of chemicals
Coursing through my knotted veins every second
Currents cackling through the nested catacombs
I built
Freedom is rare and only to be had
In moments of sheer exhaustion, victory or defeat
The edge of the cliff is the sole retreat
For the corrupted mind
Piles and piles of debris layer my space
Layers of dust, the dirt of decades
The first layer, laid beneath all the rest
I seek.
Lead me on to the base, and lead me beyond
For this is a law and not just a song
You placed my feet on this earth
I breathe.