Coming to terms with a meaningless existence

is never an easy to feat

and it certainly won’t get easier as

the walls begin to close in

around me.

 

The castle door is shutting and

I can’t seem to get there on time.

I just can’t find an out

no reason or rhyme

 

where do i go?

what do i do?

when they were handing out instruction manuals,

i must have been brooding through it all

i can’t leave because

they’d never let me out alive

but what becomes of my existentialism

if i remain in the bowels of a world that doesn’t recognize me?

 

The castle door is shutting and

I can’t seem to get there on time.

I just can’t find an out

no reason or rhyme

 

But if a semblance of purpose

manifests in the darkness,

if i can derive inherent obligation

within the clutches of purgatory,

maybe it can still work.

maybe this is where we’re meant to be .

 

The castle door is shutting and

I can’t seem to get there on time.

I just can’t find an out

no reason or rhyme