| Writing in the | |||
| Dark | |||
| Apropos | |||
| Can't see the words form | |||
| Often can't remember the | |||
| Last | |||
| Line | |||
| But I stumble along | |||
| Despite it | |||
| All | |||
| Actually it's nothing new | |||
| We're all in the | |||
| Dark | |||
| Bewildered | |||
| Children of Earth | |||
| Such lost | |||
| Souls | |||
| Plagued by the curses of | |||
| Alone | |||
| Awaiting | |||
| Death | |||
| So I continue on | |||
| Scribbling | |||
| Away | |||
| Wondering if I'm even | |||
| Leaving | |||
| Any | |||
| Impression | |||
| Will anyone even see to | |||
| Read | |||
| Them | |||
| So hard to see | |||
| So much darkness | |||
| So many | |||
| Blinders | |||
| Will we ever get | |||
| Past the | |||
| Paradoxes | |||
| Can we ever | |||
| Solve the | |||
| Riddles of | |||
| Life | |||
| Can we open the windows | |||
| Without breaking | |||
| Them | |||
| Let in some fresh air | |||
| Flush out all this | |||
| Stale and stagnant | |||
| Smell | |||
| Overcome the conditioning | |||
| Found a new | |||
| World | |||
| One that embraces life | |||
| Instead of | |||
| Dwelling on | |||
| Death | |||
| Get back to | |||
| Our | |||
| Roots | |||
| Build a solid foundation | |||
| Instead of always | |||
| Building upon | |||
| Sand | |||
| Tired of watching as | |||
| Everything drifts off | |||
| Into the sea | |||
| Time for new days | |||
| Brighter lives for | |||
| All to | |||
| Enjoy | |||
| But there's so much | |||
| Holding us | |||
| Back | |||
| So much weight | |||
| Heaped upon | |||
| Our | |||
| Backs | |||
| Can we shed the loads we're | |||
| Forced to | |||
| Carry | |||
| Remove the blinders | |||
| Light the torch | |||
| End the | |||
| Darkness | |||