Did you ever look Into an addict's eyes And see the reflection Of your own ghost
All your judgment All your abuse Dangling there A noose Around your own throat
Deeper than human despair The soul gone missing Into thin air Did your spirit ever grow tired Of existing here...
Did you ever wonder If there was anything left Did you ever catch Your last breath?
Traveler Tim re to 2019 Many years ago there was a time When I was so tired of life that I prayed for non-existence. I feel so alive now that I've caught my second breath, I don't suspect there is another breath left, of precious life.