I sit here and wait, in a web of lies,
Of other places I fantasize.
A gossamer of cries, I hear a voice, of an innocent,
A devil in disguise.
And then I think, what is the point in living, if we’re all doomed to die?-
Surely a figure of pure good will be waiting,
Hovering above the sky,
But then I think, no. Why should that happen?
Why should something be waiting for us?
A picnic, a party, happiness, love, murder, hate,-
Examples worthy of the human state,
With these, we are,
Full of nothingness,
Another blank page.
I sit again, fantasizing,
Of other worlds, Eden, other planets, other galaxies,
I feel overwhelmed,
But at that, I feel,
Alone.
