Times of darkness, times of bitterness
Have caused a will to discontinue
They have taken things away
Of the living and of Life
They have mystified the bliss
Of those joyful moments back
They have brought upon what’s dark
What’s black, what’s filled with Lack
All those tearful, joyful seconds
Have never ever been!
And I’ve never ever seen
So-called truth in such deceit!
Have I died them, have I Lived?
Have I been there, ever breathed;
All those moments that I’ve “lived”
All those seconds far beneath?
If only for a fracture of a second,
I would die so I would see
If merely for a moment I would live,
As flatly beneath my soul I’d lie;
Or even over what I’d see
Over all I’ve ever seen;
Will I see it as I go blind?
Will I hear it while gone deaf?
Could I taste it, smell it, touch it;
What I’ve lacked forever more?
Or will I shake myself to death once more
And stand on them and tumble?
I do not know of flying,
Or the flowing of a breeze
I do not know of wings
Or ways to levitate my being
I do not know of Life
Or what it has to offer
All I know is we’re alive
For certain moments of a day
Yes, only certain, fleeting seconds
That we finally find a way
To flow away
And make a way
To grow those wings
When we learn a way