As I walk through the nothingness,
A dust storm erupts,
It swirls around me and clouds my vision,
Clouded vision and almost blind, what could be more?
But I walk through the danger,
Towards my fate,
My whole body weary as I struggle,
Struggle like a small bird trying to fly,
This is my life, so clouded and confused,
Clouded with mess and drama.
When I reach the end, the end of the storm,
More clouds form and circle my head,
Rain falls and lightning strikes and the darkness engulfs me,
Darkness beats down on my head and I start to wonder,
Why am I here?
What is the point?
I'm plunging into insanity, so why am I here?
What is the point?
As I reach the end, the end of the desert,
I find people awaiting me,
The people, I love, the people who help, the ones I'll cherish forever,
This is the point, why I'm here, to live for my friends, to love my family and cherish those I look up to.
