How does it feel, to run out of nothing?
Where do you go, when you run out?
Never you mind, the grand perspective
Your outer forces, kept at bay
Washing out of the field of vision
To retain a sense of control
Your focus will remain unfixed
In the haze of a world unhinged
Create a sense of purpose
Around which you base your faith
The doubt that haunts your skin
An itch that will linger on
Forever