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The night will turn to day and then fade away, what is the meaning of this?

And how small and still in the great, spinning universe I seem!

Yet, I am the same as the glory of the morning that soon too, will fade.

What is this feeling that grips like a wet boot, refusing to be put off?

The face of a friend, shining in youth, glorious in the moment remembered,

this troubling thought that it all is chemicals and electricity with no meaning!

What is that fleeting feeling, this empty, yearning ache?

Oh, I wish I could just know what this is, this half-remembered shard

torn from my mind! How I wish I could lay hold firmly this elusive feeling!

I don't know why my face is wet, and sleep is not to be found…

what is the trigger for these invisible scars?

I feel so old and helpless… so worn out and useless…

choking on bitter tears that I don't understand.

Is it loss? Anger? Bitterness? I cannot see the scars, but I feel the ache!

I scream silently for no one to hear, I refuse to be consoled, to greet the day.

I'm so alone in the night, so very small… and yet, I have swallowed the universe,

and stars have fallen in my eyes! The path lies before me, beaconing me,

and I walk on, always onward, to see what is over the next rise.

For somewhere, there is the question I seek, for all my answers.

And soon the sun will rise, and the river will reach the sea…

and I will be a glimmer in God's eyes and I will remember to forget

these holes in my soul, these scars that hold me in!