Under the ground.

I am the requisite to your dreams.
The meaning of life;
I am a human unaware.
This purpose;
I crawl to you,
Your footsteps.
Grazing my soul,
You consume my Earth.
I am the requiem to your body.
Cold and on the floor,
You lay as I converge.
The motions,
You have none;
A recluse from reality,
You speak with no meaning,
No translation.
I am the requisite to your intentions.
I abide by rules,
Broken and blistered;
Your fire,
It pours to my body's convenience.
Your contempt is lucid,
Running away to vast guidance.
I will always be alone.