My eyes are open, but all I see is darkness.
My ears are keen, but all I hear is silence.
I am not alone, but I am lonely.
I am alive, but full of apathy.
My dreams are silent.
My heart is cold.
My head is busy.
I cannot be still.

I am lost in the midst of a known place.
I am alone in the midst of a crowd.
I will not bow down to the crushing weight of my mind.
I will not succumb  to the darkness of my thoughts.
I am not aware of the light inside my soul.
I cannot be still.

I am searching for a treasure of immaterial weight.
I am searching for a truth lost in the known knowledge.
I am weaving a life already past its time.
I am standing in a pool of tears already dry.
I am dreaming of a love already blown away.
I cannot be still.

My love is known to me.
My life is known to me.
My heart is known to me.
Treasures of a life, living to fulfill a promise to myself,
My thoughts are constantly searching for the door.
My eyes are constantly seeking the Light
My touch is constantly feeling for the warmth of a heart.
I will not be still.