Wasted world, Wasted mind
Before I start to think half the thoughts
That fill my mind to the brim, I must
First see the light of day before
The night comes to take it all away.
Before I speak my conscious life
In words upon a once blank paper,
I must first understand what it is that
I want to hide so deep within myself and
Then I have to start the quest to find the reason.
It is dark night and the moon is hidden by the
Mass of greyness that crawls into every open
Space, every open
Mind, every open
Do not fear the fog?
Even when it will kill you?
Do not fear the life?
Even if it will take you to the grave?