To watch the time
During these hours I am alive.
I feel and love,
Most notably the lack, and with that hunger, thirst.
For I know not what is my hope.
I know not It nor the absence of knowing it.
One might say I face a grimmer fate...
To not know anything at all.
But this crimson destiny is nothing short of an adventure!
Yes, and what I face, I will face with a shining smile of optimism.
Let it be shrouded in misty darkness,
Or be blanketed by the blinding lights of the morning sun,
But I will face whatever fate come fort.
And to these lonely moments,
That come to me in wait,
And with their presence mock,
I bid to them a word or two,
For it is they that keep me sane,
Enough at least to walk as if I were.