All alone
Walking in these
Lonely corridors. . .
I have nothing
But burden
Kept inside. . .
I hear voices
Voices of confusion,
Voices of mixed emotions. . .
Sensations of sadness
And of joy,
Of fear and courage,
Of wonder and of pique. . .
Why is fate
So unkind to those
Who choose
To stand against it?
This question
In my mind unfolds
While I don't even know
If the answer
To this inquiry
Will ever be told. . .
Lest it is gone forever. . .
Walking in these
Lonely corridors. . .
I have nothing
But burden
Kept inside. . .
I hear voices
Voices of confusion,
Voices of mixed emotions. . .
Sensations of sadness
And of joy,
Of fear and courage,
Of wonder and of pique. . .
Why is fate
So unkind to those
Who choose
To stand against it?
This question
In my mind unfolds
While I don't even know
If the answer
To this inquiry
Will ever be told. . .
Lest it is gone forever. . .