Pen clutched
Mind rust
Turns to dust
It’s all oblivion
Black as obsidian
The cave once lived in
Come out
Roam about
Do not count
The stars
Or past scars
Or passing cars
It’s all too much
Or feels like such
Emotions flush
Out your eyes
With cries
And tear filled sighs
Sadness will come
Doesn’t mean you’re done
Drive west towards the sun
Happiness ensues
With looming views
This I choose
Freedom is here
Divine Spirit near
It’s finally clear