Lost with a Pebble in My Shoe

A lost soul in search of redemption
For sins committed in a previous life
Of which I am not even aware of.

Bare open in truths beyond comprehension.
Where not even I can produce reason
To believe what fares so well, or so ill.

I can only stare, I can only follow.
I can only accept the fate tomorrow,
I'll see then what I can borrow.

Yet bring no expectation to my bed.
I will die before time.
Somewhere on the edge of the bestest of times...