Does this feeling never shake
Am I stuck in the snow

Can I never be nothing
Am I allowed to value the fake

Truly what do I know
What is concealed? What is on show

Is the moment ever lasting
Is this clock still ticking

Am I ever right ?
Does this ever show itself

Stuck in a well
damp, slippery walls

Longing for an ending
Black mist is looming

No support
No fingers to grip