Helpless

Living in time, the question of purpose and destination bubbles to the surface of depression.  Having seen all that is offered in this reality, the thoughts of flight and night embrace the day. No answer to why it must be this way, seen all is all that i say.

Nothing to do on a day like to day, except to stay away, stay awake for heaven’s sake.

Having loved and lived in peace, higher levels of love i seek. A different life for the love of meek. A different sphere for the sake of sleep. Helpless in a time of need, thankfully music is the seed.