Concern - Solitude Aeturnus

«Losing my grip on concern

The endless circle mocks my existence

Only sparks of beauty bind me to this place

The simplicity of doing-drowned

Motivation no longer a factor

Only sparks of hope push me away

Creations of wishfull thinking

We delude ourselves

Aspirations reaching no fruition

And now you know why I die

I’ve found the fear deep inside

Trying to exists within the walls of reality

But what’s the point?

the universe revolves alone

Talking to myself the words get lost

Shimmering sparkles catch my eye

and slowly fade

Where is it that we go?

What is it that we seek?

What is it that we want?

Why do we recieve what we recieve?"