I lay awake in the dead of the night,
Lying on my back with blankets around.
A place, my mind subconsciously takes flight.
Only to one a gruesome realm be found:

Bedeviled as one confronts this cycle.
How one by-pass this, as you might wonder.
For there an epitaph has never dwell.
This may be a reason for surrender.

Time now becomes our own worst enemy,
For only a while can a candle glow.
An answer I shall seek to this query:
For what purpose we serve this world we woe.



So long as life be alive within me,

Unearth this niche, this be my sole duty.