Alone and Empty

Alone and Empty

I can spiral down many a staircase,
With all these contraptions in my hands.
Breaking down my low knowledge,
Nothing surrounds me, managing to cave in,
Leaving me with lyrics in my head.

I sing songs that consist of rain,
Knowing nothing of beyond these walls.
My tales are tragic, my stories; gore,
My shoes are split, I find myself alone.

Alone is a person who lives by himself.
He finds everything in nothing,
(That same nothing that surrounds me)
Giving life to every word and unrealistic being.

I have to climb to the highest mountain to find him,
That in itself is an achievement to be had.
There is no highest mountain on this Earth,
And my songs roll over into plains.
My life is empty, who sits beside Alone,
On a wooded patio overlooking my progress.

I write on the way there in a blackened void,
Buttoning my shirt collar to keep the chill out.
I stand still for one moment, climbing yet no longer moving.
I cry with no reason to cry, staring at the Heavens for one.

I find Alone and Empty in a white point blank.
They leave in a place that holds no name, nor makes any sense.
They live where they snow reaches the ocean,
And where the ocean makes black dust.
They tell me I need one thing to continue outwards,
But leave me with no answer.

I leave in search of something new,
With an imagination that’s been restored.
I can’t write any letters on my paper,
Or draw a figure in his worst moments,
But I can feel what no man has felt,
As I venture off one last time.

There’s something changing in the wind,
Though it cannot be classified or named,
Telling me I have potential to find myself,
I gaze upon an empty field, all alone,
And realize I am here for no one,
But myself.