Breathe in deep, air is fresh
Lie me down on rock or ground
Your needles aren't the real test
I cannot wrap my will around
Perhaps you punish my morality
Based in endless questions asked
Ignoring all that steals my vanity
Setting up to fail the task
It's too soon to be too late
I haven't found my peace inside
Too many voices still debate
Should I die if I don't know why
I am alive
Perhaps you are God, or rather not
Perhaps you lack all justice or intent
Perhaps you are my errant thoughts
Mixing chance to build fulfillment
Perhaps you are some building block
Some foundation for redemption
A gauntlet or a climbing rock
To bear the fruit of my obsessions
It's too soon to be too late
I haven't found my peace inside
Too many voices still debate
Should I die if I don't know why
I am alive
I am mortal, this is true
And yes, I am afraid of this
But fear of death is nothing new
I just hate such inconvenience