What I am. None seems to know.
My friends leave me by the many.
I am the consumption of my dreams.
Till I find I haven’t realized any.

Into the nothing of the noise.
Surrounding us all the where.
A life of waking dreams abides.
A living breathing nightmare..

My days are raging shipwrecks.
On the tumultuous waves of life.
Scattered as to the four winds.
Upon the rocks that are my strife.

I long for the days of childhood.
When friends were like my brothers.
Strength of virtue crowned my head.
Loved and untouched by any others.

Strength of purpose was my goal
No question on the morrow.
I woke to conscience that was clear.
Courage and faith I didn’t borrow.

Now the dawn speaks of the dark.
Closing in upon my soul.
With every day I linger on.
My life rages out of control.