Where did all my dreams go? I'll never know. I'm soliloquising in this dark space with nothing but rum and noise from the endless storm.
Where did the time go? I wonder sometimes. As a younger man, I filled the void with emptiness; now slightly less young, I think there may be more but can't reach it. So I'm stuck in the middle, wondering if I should or shouldn't as time passes me by.
I'm looking out the window, wondering where it all went to. Perhaps it dissipated into the eternal stream of life that fuels the universe. The one that rises at birth and ebbs at death.
I'm a young man, yet feel so ancient. I feel like I'm on a crash course to life and my body's a fragile vessel that's struggling to keep up with the pace.
I'm not sure if I know what I'm looking for and I'm not sure if I want to find it. I'm not sure if it will fill the emptiness or it's vanity. The only certainty are my uncertainties that are violently knocking on my door.
The lost souls are yearning for home, yet when they find it, they realise it isn't all it was cut out to be. You feel genuine loneliness in your palace of solace and friends are all gone; either far away or to the sky.
Your resources have been mismanaged, your opinions were misguided and the only thing you have is time, and even that is dwindling faster than the hair on your head. You're slowly drowning in your own blood, with nor respite in sight.
At this point, your heart and head colluded in brazen dishonesty to lead you to the bottom of the abyss. I feel dumped where the sun doesn't shine, where the rooster crows quietly, cut off from reality, in sober introspection, scheming through memories and accepting your flaws. Nothing makes any sense and I don't know if it ever was suppose to. But I wonder sometimes, where did it all go?
