Looking towards the door but all I see is nothing
Gazing through the light, hoping to find a sense of hope
My spirit feels broken and the will to live keeps fading with time
I sit in awe, seeing how things have turned out to be

Neither forward nor backward; where the road leads, do I know?
Looking up to the sky to find the guiding star, just like the three wise men
Keeping the hope alive, yet downcast at every turn of event
You build a wall with the bricks thrown at you was what I was told
No one told me I could be buried under the weight

Eyes wide open but the zeal to see beyond pain is blinding
Too many great thoughts with a broken spirit
A million ideas yet no power or resource to birth one
I stare on yet as time ticks away

Time waits for no one; yet I stare into pain trying to find hope
I stare to find hope in the future of a yesterday that will never be seen again
I stare to find answers to “how, what, why and when?”
Don’t make it look like it’s a crime or an awful thing to do
It’s just the fate of the overly hopeful; a blank stare