What awaits me? I long for things unseen.
I have no certainty that there will ever be an 'end', yet I dare not believe in forever.
How do I know this is even real?
Are these words even real, when nothing feels real anymore?

I'll tell myself otherwise, but I know, I'll try and convince myself something,
which is furthest from the truth.

How do you find hope in a world with no certainties?
I've found I'll never be found, I'll never stop searching.

So I just sat there and stared at the stars as the clouds rolled in to take it all away.
I saw it crumble apart in my hands, paralysed, yet so moved. There was nothing I could do,
I saw the fear in your eyes, a fear I'd never seen before, just as like in the realm of my nightmares.
Nightmares that plagued my mind, these nightmares showed such relevance to the thoughts
I've conducted like a symphony.