THE OUTLOOK

THE OUTLOOK OF BEING.....
Alone I stand...
As I walk through this world taking my life into my own two hands.
Alone I fall....
As I fall into the trap of....
Pain,
The trap of....
Sorrow,
And the trap of....
Regret.
Forever? I wonder.
Forever am I going to feel this way?
Is it going to be this same exact cycle of loneliness
Day by day by day?
I wonder sometimes if I am the only mortal that really feels this way.
I wonder if I should speak up, or if I really have anything worth to say.
And as I look up at the starless sky;
I can feel I am alone,
I can feel I am alone.
Ans as I cry out to the aim of heaven I am hearing my own echo and it haunts me.
It's my own tears and my own blood that seem to drown me a little more and a little more as I cry myself to sleep of a night, only to wake up tomorrow, only to conteniue on with this climb.
I see it as a trail....
But everyone else on the other side of this wall seem to refer to it as being a thing called....
Life.