I  still  remember  when  it  started.  How  do  we  fall  asleep?  Unanswered  it  kept  me

Awake.  Am  I  a  series  of  reactions  (A  constant  domino  effect  from  the  big  bang/

Nothing  lost,  nothing  gained,  everything  changes)  or  have  I  been  perverting  my

Essence  since  birth,  with  every  action  I  regret?  Is  true  self  a  labyrinthine

Course  towards  my  metaphoric  heart  or  rather  the  whole  of  my  destiny＇s  design?

Or  is  the  whole  of  myself  a  quest  to  balance  these  states?  Therefore  I＇d  be  a

Quandary,  a  state  of  perplexity  or  doubt.  But  did  an  enigma  lay  dormant  ＇til

Unearthed  or  did  the  question  create  the  state?  Crudely  said:  Is  it  my  fault?

If  the  answer  is  that  there  is  no  answer  and  the  question  will  not  die  what

Then?  How  do  they  pass  trough  life  with  (or  without)  these  questions?  If  it

Would,  at  least,  block  my  reasoning  at  myself:  For  if  I  do  not  understand  my

Mind,  what  is  it  worth  trying  to  figure  out  the  world?  Why  do  I  still  try?  And

Finally  I  question  the  very  basis  of  the  crisis,  is  this  a  lucid  state?  And

What  if  it＇s  all  genetic?  Depression  passed  down,  wires  shorted  out.

Pre-disposed  to  think?  Pre-disposed  to  be  sick?  Seems  like  this  is  the  deepest

It  goes...  my  own  body,  which  I  cannot  trust,  so  no  reasoning  is  possible.  I＇m

Forever  blocked  at  my  first  step...  and  sometimes  I  think  I＇d  rather  stumble  like

The  blind.  The  final  level  of  questioning,  self-doubt  leads  to  nihilism.  No

Knowledge  will  ever  be  gained.  But  with  silence  comes  questions.  Unanswered

They＇ll  keep  me  awake...