Lately, I've been feeling cold.
Lately, I've been feeling sold.
Lately, I've been feeling rode.
Exhaustions feeling my soul.
Too much to understand.
Am I in the right role?
Should I do something else?
Something to make my heart feel well.
Lately, I've been thinking.
Lately, I've paid a visit to some people.
Lately, I've walked the path my ancestors paved.
Too much to understand from inside the grave.
Take my spirit, well and free.
Take the very last of me.
I figured out how it's all true.
My ancestors told me what to do.
I've strapped on my vest.
Ready for the hike.
It's getting noon now.
I had better be right.
The sun is now setting.
The moon now is sight.
I'm not scared of the dark.
I'm not scared of the night.
Nighttime is here.
The echos overjoyed.
Life beyond the void.
A dark hole is rising.
High above my head.
This is it?
Am I dead?
I awake in a sweat.
Lights dimmed to a poor.
The stars from outside the window shine.
While I make my way slowly to the door.
I'll open it up slowly, scared of what's behind.
But I won't fret of what's to come.
I know I won't be in a bind.
Inside the room sits an old chair.
Along with an old gown that my mother used to wear.
I understand now.
I have nothing to fear.
The darkness is over.
The light will appear.
- CJ
