The Waiting Room

These four walls seem so familiar

Feelings of deja vu

Alive to tell the story but dying daily

The music gets louder

The evil is very much alive

How did i arrive

Tumbling trying to run

Not focusing on the fundamentals

Years concuming me

But seems no time is passing

Black becomes grey

They say its knowledge

But feels like stress

I can't figure the pieces

So my soul can rest

Treasure in my chest becomes a dimmer

Pretty soon it will be winter

Transition into ascension

Will i ever become a winner

I have sinned plenty

I can't get passed my blues

A force within thuniverse guides me

I know

But my love for myself

Is what doesn't show