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?