A chase for a purpose, destination truth
A struggle from inside, to win or to loose
An endless search from deep within
A fight with the demons that I have let in
With every ray of the sun, and falls of nights
Questions directed to myself, is this wrong or right
Standing in a timeless place, present & past decimate
To exist seems like a burden, a home to hate
The more I discover, deeper gets the loss
Desperate trying, yet it seems to get worse
The ultimate knowledge, seems to be away
And the demons inside me, are here to stay
The harder it becomes, the further I see
To realize who I am, and who to be
Stuck in a loop, an overloaded mind
Am I simply just another creature of this kind?