When every day
And every night
Are spent observing an internal fight

When no one thought
Is strong enough
To stand the ground
On which it fought

Ideas without traction
Easily dismissed
Slip from the mind
Into an abyss

And this group of beliefs
This mindful mass
Is then replaced
By a blank canvas

And is there peace
In this nothingness?
Or do we find fear
Where we expected bliss?

It's amusing perhaps
To spend a life
Forgetting wrong lessons
Learned in strife

But one thing is certain
In the quest for hope
It's the struggle my friend
That will teach us to cope.