Up I rose from the shadows deep,
With a thought in my heart that refused to sleep.
How long must I give, must I sacrifice,
While the world spins on, cold yet nice?
Have I gained or lost along the way?
These questions no longer lead me astray.
What’s the reason for my soul’s persistence?
Why do I even write this sentence?
People came, and people go,
But here I stand, untouched by the flow.
Am I the one who’s lost in this land,
Or is it the world that slips through my hand?
In this silence, who will show me the way?
Is there a light to end this endless gray?
Or do I find strength in standing still,
Embracing the void, bending to my will?
