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I still remember when it started |
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How do we fall asleep? |
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Unanswered, it kept me awake |
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Am I a series of reactions? |
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A constant domino effect from the big bang |
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Nothing lost |
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Nothing gained |
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Everything changes |
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Or have I been perverting my essence since birth |
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With every action I regret? |
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Is true self a labyrinthine course towards my metaphoric heart |
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Or rather the whole of my destiny's design? |
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Or is the whole of myself a quest to balance these states? |
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Therefore, I'd be a quandary |
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A state of perplexity or doubt |
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But did an enigma lay dormant until unearthed |
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Or did the question create the state? |
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Crudely said: Is it my fault? |
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If the answer is that there is no answer |
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And the question will not die, what then? |
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How do they pass through life with (or without) these questions? |
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If it would, at least, block my reasoning at myself |
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For if I do not understand my mind |
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What is it worth trying to figure out the world? |
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Why do I still try? |
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And finally, I question the very basis of the crisis |
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Is this a lucid state? |
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And what if it's all genetic?... |
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Depression passed down, wires shorted out |
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Predisposed to think? |
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Predisposed to be sick? |
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Seems like this is the deepest it goes... |
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My own body, which I cannot trust |
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So no reasoning possible |
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I'm forever blocked at my first step... |
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And sometimes I'd rather stumble like the blind |
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The final level of questioning |
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Self-doubt leads to nihilism |
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No knowledge will ever be gained |
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But with silence comes questions |
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Unanswered, they keep me awake... |
