Feeling very hollow,
Feeling very light,
Feeling like less and less of me, is anywhere in sight.
Feeling like I wonder,
Feeling like I'm under,
All these things I think I feel, somewhere in my mind.
Then again, are these the things that are eating me alive,
Or is there something, something else that I must try to find?
Something lurking in the depths, and cobwebs, of my soul?
A thing so strong and unobscured by the thoughts that I control?
And, yet, I dig down deep inside,
Ignoring all the rest,
Of the thoughts stored in my mind,
For I think that it is best.