Vast gray expanses I percieve
Colours that have faded into inexistence,
Hours that have lost their way into days
Days that have been forgotten among years
Years that whisper about the looming Darkness.
Darkness is the refuge of my despondent soul.
A soul that bleeds inwards in a tearless grief.
A voice spitting out an invective poison,
Foiled by the Layers of apathy that lay thus,
My mind thus passes me by unpeturbed.
Apathy,Ambiguity,Doubt,Ego and Impatience-
A heady cocktail of emotions thrown in as well.
The trip has just begun, thus I tread forward,
Not trusting the first faltering steps,
Blinded by light is my soul so Cosseted in Darkness.
The Lord Giveth The Lord Taketh Away.
We question Why Must it be so;
Answers Return to say because it must.
The infallible logic of the World guides even the blind-
I do not fail to percieve,
The gray of the world is better than darkness,
The failed colours are better than the gore of failure.
'tis only the wasted time that continue to pain-
But the pain eggs me forward.
To go through the woods populated by tetchy demons.
The times that lay ahead will get worse before better,
But it is the tempering of the worse;
That makes one so fit for the stress of the better.
It was said that great things to be done are one's destiny
A destiny which now stands Forfeited
There is no fate but the one we make for ourselves
There is only a Lord to guide us through the rough,
Then there are the friends to guide me through the vanity
A destiny that takes shape much like the choppy seas
Takes me onward this journey
When the colour returns I hope that my eyes still see
When the wasted time is avenged I hope to hope no more
When no longer afraid to tread forward may I guide myself
When emotions are rid may the reason show me
The Destiny That was and the Destiny I forfeited.
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