I want to live,

I want to die,

and all I  see is

the sad, cruel realities that lay before me.

The hollow days and endless nights are never purged from these fright filled sights.

Death comes to all men's manors. The long road is always put to its end.

But what is the satisfaction of seekers?

The happiness of workers?

The dream that slays the darkness from your life?

A dream of tomorrow.

The love of another.

The joy of a family.

Perhaps this is the true reality, the perplexed feel of one's loving demeanor.