Every night I lay and wonder, wonder when my time will come. Wonder, wonder why I feel alone. Tears on my cheeks, I wonder.

Mind races, pits of hell. Search the soul, that’s not for sale. Who can tell what one can feel, deep inside, past the steel. I look around at what I have

What happens when you take a step back and look at your life? Do you see things clearly or run in fright Where have you gone…