The Nomad Pt. 2

I, the nomad, the vagabond Roaming outside the flocks and groups of societal bonds Summoned, called into the fray and furor Hoping to find some clarity among the terror Journeyed, through the darkest places of the mind Met the evil within, and spoke to all in kind Battled, fought the fear and the loathing But fell prey to the hopelessness and the condoning Retreated, allowed the pieces to settle Surrounded by the fallout in which I meddled Awoke, sought to fix the wrongs I had wrought To rekindle the peace which I have sought Returned, to battle anew Secured my throne among the few And as I fade away into the lore It seems I have settled the score My journey fades into memory's crease My wandering is through So if I can find my inner peace I ask Why not you