Once again I have lost myself
To deep unresolved feelings
It's a mess down there
All I see a black hole
And a golden ticket to roll

My pain is casting me away
From every bit of joyin life
From doing things that could free me
From laughing or crying
I see no meaning in my entire existence
why do I roam this earth
For peace? or  for
it's wide ranged essence?

My broken self has shown me
To be less kind to myself
For I find no reason to pour
Honey down a well
If somebody came by to hold this up
I would sit down and shut up

Living has become a show
For something I don't know
Is it for you or for me?
Or the wind among the trees?