I sit here in this dark room,
Alone, without a soul to touch,
My mind rests on nothing,
Floating on an ethereal crutch.
This has happened before,
But not exactly this way,
I have felt alone always,
But no, not this day.
This dusk holds the key,
Leading me, like a dark knight,
It gives me a simple message,
Everything is like day and night.
One follows the other,
And we are always in between,
Sometimes living in reality,
Sometimes in a dream.
Who knows where I am right now,
Contemplating which extreme,
But the journey always is fun,
For it never is what it may seem.
An emotion here, a thought there,
Right now you think you’re sad,
But tomorrow you will calm down,
And wonder if you were mad.
So will the sea always keep swirling,
And the tides will always come and go,
Mercifully ravaging my narrow views,
When I imprison myself, refusing to flow.
Sometimes, like on this dusk,
I rise above the sea and see,
How really small our concerns are,
How magnificent we all can be.
