In the space between twilight and the blues,
I stand searching to find the door,
that will free me from this prison cell
and let me cry no more.

Trying to find the will to leave
or the courage to step outside;
to find the road that leads away
and not just run and hide.

I’m losing hope to find the way
in this maze that life has cast,
So I bury myself beneath my work
and try to forget the past.

But past is past and now is now,
and the future cannot command,
in the space between twilight and blues
where I now am forced to stand.