And here I sit in the dark again,
the glow from my techno-wilson stairs back at me.

I ask myself why am I this way?
I can't tell what anyone is thinking,
I am so out of touch with reality,
have I been gone from it so long?

Going on 4 months now and it gets no better.
The days drag on some how
but time for me stands still.

I am fixed in time, trapped between worlds
no way to move forward and no way back.
Trapped on the bridge with both end burning.

I look over the edge and see the dark chasm before me.
Like so many times before it calls to me.
So easy it would seem to free myself from this.

The momentary sense of freedom as one falls
the exhilaration and freedom of flight
and then nothing

No more pain, no more wonder,
no more confusion, no more tears
no more

And in the darkness I hear one voice calling out
Don't give up hope, it nearly spring.
The wind and the sun are waiting.

Long drives through the kingdom I call my own.
Yet I fear they will be long drives alone
No place to go, no one to see.

Just long drives ...

Alone again like so many times before,
but this time different somehow,
for I thought that I would be alone no more.