Inner emptiness,
lost faith,
dying hopes and dreams.
Do I have a purpose?
Where am I meant to be?
Do I walk these halls alone?
Is there someone I should meet?
Hello friend,
I see you through a doorway.
Bars are between us.
Whatever happened to no secrets kept?
Look at the distance that has grown,
between me and you.
These bars took years to build,
and I never saw them there.
I guess I'll see you
in the coming years
through more bars, I'm sure.
Is that a light I see?
Something not from me?
It lightens this dreary mood.
Whom might that be?
I walk along toward it.
It seems to never get closer.
I pass doors with empty rooms
and friends that I see through glass walls.
But the light is always further away.
God,
is that you?