Intrinsic

Cast asunder - extrinsic dream unfulfilled - doubt has the whip hand. Moments leaden with stilted intent; robotic gestures devoid of passion. 

Scouring for path to rise above canopy; vain hope that epiphany will come into view - external world; prism by which all is appraised.

Sporadic bouts of clearing serve only to exhaust and blunt hatchet. Unremarkable scrub entangles purpose and strangles will.

Weariness a strange tonic; pond of reflection materialises in long unfertile ground. Perhaps a mirage - compelled to sit a while, just the same.