Every waking moment is constricted by the mere thought,
Your breathe and heartbeat all feel borrowed,
The empty ache in your soul is the only motivation,
Light is now accompanied by shadows,
And it is only dim in comparison.
Looking back you couldn’t understand the road you were on,
The clouds were sleeping and the sun was playing,
All that was ahead was bright,
But the mirage never lasts,
The road does come to an end,
All you can do is walk through the jungle
But not as a king.
Your chains are heavy and mind numbing.
The rain is persistent.
The sky is black.
Up ahead there is a crease in the sky.
Can’t help but look up.
But it doesn’t leave the horizon.