The Call

Old Man:
 Hear the voice
 They're calling
 And haunting me
 Never Heard
 Such Questions
 Won't let me free
 I've never felt
 So insecure
 My peace of mind
 Disturbed by the urge to know
 I try to see
 But I am blind
 I try to see
 The truth behind
 Please come to me
 Awareness
 I keep on yearning
 For mysteries of this world
 But hands are turning
 As the ages decay
 Existence crashes
 And everything that I've changed
 Is dust to ashes
 As it passes away
 I can feel
 My duty
 To find the key
 Missing rules
 No order
 No sanity
 Ive never heard
 About this before
 My peace of mind
 Disturbed by the urge to know
 I try to see
 But I am blind
 I try to see
 The truth behind
 Please come to me
 Awareness
 I keep on yearning ...
 I wish my life would disappear
 Or merge within a dream
 No questions, suffering or fear
 A clear, indifferent stream
 I wish my light would cease to burn
 But yet, my soul is torn
 And lets me face my last concern
 Why I was even born