Lost Souls

When did you get lost, when did you become trapped within the walls surrounding you? Since when did you accept this defeat instead of resisting? Isn't the soul's gift to harbor a will the disc cannot bear? What is this loneliness, this intoxication? Is there no sign that catches your eye, no hope that touches your heart? Where does this acceptance drag you? How many of those who have fallen into darkness have found light overnight? In this incessant flood of lost souls, there is no one but yourself to save you from drowning. What was yesterday, what hopes to look back upon, what futures to hope for from hopes are distant, what is now, what you can do now will save you from being lost, from being confined, from suffering not one day but every day.