Within his sleep,

A stutter of redundant speech,

Riddles throughout his dreams,

The voice of fear subtle and unclear,

The subject wakes in striking disbelief,

A sorrow fills his heavy heart,

So alone he sat and wept forever,

Is there no meaning to an ends?

Are we just living to get by?

What a bleak life we have lived.

Afriad undelivered ones,

Look to the sky.

What profound realization will it take,

To eliminate your dull,

Your generic preconditions to one,

Light within.