Void of course moon
I have lost my muse
Feel nothing, no more
And severed from Source
What was all this for?
Why then was I born?
Does He hear me call?
No wonder we fall
This dense pea soup fog
This distance from God
It's not real, I know
An illusion, faux
But suffer so well
Exist in my hell
Still right where I fell
Will I Live to Tell?
Suspended in time
Between these two signs
I quiet my mind
And ask the divine
