Pen clutched
Mind rust
Turns to dust

It’s all oblivion
Black as obsidian
The cave once lived in

Come out
Roam about
Do not count

The stars
Or past scars
Or passing cars

It’s all too much
Or feels like such
Emotions flush

Out your eyes
With cries
And tear filled sighs

Sadness will come
Doesn’t mean you’re done
Drive west towards the sun

Happiness ensues
With looming views
This I choose

Freedom is here
Divine Spirit near
It’s finally clear