Surrounded by nothingness,
is the only type of perfect bliss.
I stand nowhere--
just floating in the open air.

Looking forward; I cloud the past.
It proves to me it wasn't meant to last.
My path becomes seemingly unclear,
but I am tired living in this fear.

I go out on a limb
hoping the light is not dim.
It shines at the end of here,
I must keep going for that isn't near.

I trek this jaded path
only to find my soul's deep wrath.
My mind plays a tune of the fife--
I know that song is my life.