The mother of all midlife crises

Our designer Stephanie Featherweather is often in inspired by poems.
In this case:

The mother of all midlife crises

I walk astray
and into walls
I search myself in the mist
Mirrors are steamed
and I forgot
who I am

I flee from my thoughts
Driven by hunger
I thirst for redemption
Everything tastes bitter and foul

I want to break
and revive
Nobody breaks me
I am a phoenix without fire
The source is dry
The force is missing
I wade through residue
of annoyance, impotence and regret

How desolate
to see the light
but not the path
How lonely
to reach
but not to touch

Whenever the circle seems round
It spirals away
The purpose of the quest
is to get lost

I walk astray
and into walls
I search myself in the mist