It’s not enough to want
I could die trying
To find the answers
My soul is vying
For a better understanding
For a clear thought
No conclusion’s satisfying
But with pain wrought
Contemplating the hours
Questioning everything
I am stifled
By what time brings
And the inescapable notions
Of day and night
Yet I try not to overhthink
Or self-prophesize
But inevitably I do
And sometimes i'm right
Nightmares become real
In this blinding twilight