Looking out my window on this cold and dark day, I find myself drifting and some how floating away. Mind over matter, matter over time, time over reason, and all without rhyme. Wanting to go forward but always falling back, wanting to prosper but head- over-heels in lack. Looking for a brighter day, hoping for some sun, no-beaches in view... No, not one. Looking out my window, speechlessly screaming out-I'm falling deeper into this.. Can't see my way out. Help me, in my mind... I don't wont to do this, no-one can hear, I'm yelling thru the mist. I'm so tired, I've done my best, I've given my all and I find no-rest. No, peace within these walls, these walls that are my skin; these walls that are so cold; keeping others out and trapping me in. I'm reaching out, reaching up, but falling in, into a maze that hates me from within. I can't seem to find myself, tired of hoping that someone else will find me too; so this is the logical thing to do. No-one, will miss me, no-one will care, I wonder if, anyone will even notice that, I'm no-longer here. I feel so cold so cold and weak, I'm falling now into a deep-deep sleep. Where will I wake? I just don't know-where do all the broken vessels go? The Question!