The struggle.

We're just lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year.
- Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here

Temptation to crumble
Strength? a fumble…

As the drizzle fizzles on the pane,
Thoughts stream through again
But end it will, just like the rain…
Till then, perhaps these nights will pass
Less and less questions I shall ask
Sanity I must sustain
Therefore this space from knowing, I will maintain.
I search for solace in its simplest form
So I can truly move on.
Yes I’ll attempt at this again
Yet I know that it will be in vain.

Truth lies in shadow, To be discerned only by sunlight as it travels across the sky, Shining from a variety of angles. This moment-to-moment sense of endless possibility is the basis for hope.

From time to time, of course, the fabric of hope is torn
And all we see is the blackness beyond.
By then, even booze does not respond…