The start and end of what life brings,

The stirrings of where it all ends,

A life lived in tunnel bowels,

A hand out to work on this place,

I stand and look all the way around,

It is empty and dready,

A lone tree in the midst of the desert,

I stand tall awaiting your presence,

To walk through life with a fearful mind,

That doesn't want to explore new things,

Staring into the abyss of life,

I wondered if I'd ever get things done,

So cold to breathe,

I see you not,

Strange dreams have started appearing,

Premonitions or foresight of the future,

Rule the mind and make it stop,

With thoughts of fear and unending deaths,