There in the thick, the moment arising
The moon stares down on us, quietly
Day passed, Night followed, and I wait
Life brought me here, I have fear
Hope is passing, a soul compromising
Existence is a mystery, moving silently
With no observable beginning or end
Arrived at terminus and painful tears
I've hope, that it is not fully the end
But only the end of my flesh, of breath
Not of all existence, my spirit survives
So now I wait wondering, with doubts
I wonder, will my mystery be solved
Will I soon see Elysium, the tall grass
Or will I stand watching, waiting
I'm wondering my fate, with hope
Unsettled by the event of terminus
And the actuality of the moment
But I do believe there is more
Artist: Edward Hopper
