As I try to understand life I walk in a void between then and now. Seeing only what my eyes want yet I know they lie to me. My feelings fool me at every turn of my journey through time. Yet I cling to each of those feelings as if they are my will to live. Could my dreams be cries for help, trying to get me to see the truth? Have I stayed on the path of reality or fallen into the abyss of insanity? Someday knowing I will have to look at myself in the mirror of life, I wonder, will that mirror show me I have done well, or will I even recognize who is looking back at me?