Here I am
Marooned in the overwhelm
Gasping grasping for sweet sweet air?
What am I
Between the earth and sky
Mere flesh and skin and unkempt hair?
Where am I
Lost in the labyrinth of the eternal Lie
Am I doomed to bask in dark Despair?
Who am I
When the shroud of Death is nigh
What have I made from all these years
What do I have to show for, after all these tears
When I plant my feet on that final Stair?
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard