The light shatters as the darkness begins to besiege.
I yell into the enveloping blackness, “What is this life?” I do beseech.
Is this fantasy swirling around my reality?
Or am I simply losing touch with my sanity?
Can I be awakened from what appears to be a dream?
Or am I cognizant and things just aren’t as they seem?
The Clock ticks, ticks, ticks, as the sound echoes.
“What is this life?” Is there anyone who knows?
Deviating from the path without guide nor carefully plotted aim.
I feel lost, yet this all looks familiar, it all looks the same.
“What is this life?” That insinuates me so.
No matter which way I turn, implies the wrong way to go.
Dwindling away the sands in the hour glass, slowly the granules do fall.
I run, run, and run, but find myself getting nowhere at all.
Adrift in my loneliness, my thoughts spinning, so marvelously they twirled.
Are there others like me? Feeling as I stand abandoned in this world.
Beckoning to all those whom may hear, shall I be left in this strife?
Falling to my knees I pray onto the heavens asking for answers, “What is this Life?”
However reticence is all I get in return.
The silence is deadly, but for explanation I do yearn.
Alone, unattended, lost in this realm of incoherence.
Lacking the strength to continue, lacking the forbearance.
“What is this Life?” released in a mumble.
Even over my own thoughts I begin to stumble.
Everything bleeds together, my mind becomes a blur.
Wishing, wishing, and wishing for things to go back the way that they were.
“What is this life?”
“What is this life?”
“What is…….”
