In this dreamless, sleepless void,
I see nothing—nothing but a distant light.
I push my way towards it,
but it’s only getting further from sight.
And I wonder if it’s for nothing,
the distance I’ve already gone.
Was any of it meant for something?
What if, all this time, I was wrong?
What then? What may I become?
The darkness is surrounding me,
and I’m losing sight of the light.
But I’m trying to push through—
I’m trying to push through the dark
and connect my light with yours.
But it seems so, so far,
and I’m not close enough.
But maybe I will be...
Or maybe I’m lying to myself,
and putting myself through hell,
driving myself to insanity.
And I’m creating problems
that never existed before.
To myself—maybe it’s time.
Maybe it’s time to end that way of thinking,
and to be the person I know I am,
that I can be, and that I can love.