Origin

AmblingPaused at the brink of a precipiceA moral stride insideSeized upCareless soil and its trammels had little left to contain meWandering these infinite heights unchained meI survey the distance deep in my mindArousing madnessHorizons redefined the sweep of the sky rather than prospects belowTo see beyond sight as I'm eager to knowI'd never taste of death but once no moral stride inside begunThe opening edge on the boundless depth wandering