• And so it came to be
    This isolation that I am
    I can only look to me
    To find the way it all began
    This confusion, constant hunger for something more than this
    I strive to find this being that I envision, yet seem to miss
    Could it be that I am empty-or maybe a little lost?
    Could it be that I am lonely, or seek happiness at any cost?
    This never-ending Something that I am living deep inside
    Depicts the illusion of myself and all I have to hide