Burdened with the giver of this silence,
i seek the repose that such haunting moments promise.
When as foretold, an awaited day arrives,
I shall be bold, I shall not go to hide
from what must be inevitable,
what must be realized as just another step along this way.

But the silence deafens;
alone I listen to the roar from within, a thousand thoughts
come into focus then go out again.
Some are of the past, and a longing for what was;
Some are of tomorrow, and wondering how it will be;
And some are of the present,
and how it relates to being me.

Some are of the helplessness that I’m destined
to endure;
Some are of the control I’ve not known over
the powers that corrupt,
that place me in predicaments I’m too stubborn to give up.

And some are of the earth, and where we’ve all gone wrong,
And some are of the lyrics to an emotionally charged song;
Some are of who I am, and who I might have been;
Some are of the freedom that I forever seem to need;

And while some are inspired by those I love
and some are inspired by things I fear;
some are hapless, some are forced;
some fallacious, and others here

But all are of the one thing,
and that is who I am;
all are thoughts of everything
that makes me who I am.