Way in the distance, the haze of burning trees
Belief is in short supply, not with the parallel
But now you wonder how you'll find a peaceful existence
Your source of solace gone, replaced with empty reality
Lasting forever, going back and forth between
Always coming back to haunt your waking hours
A glimpse of light, of life how you thought it would be
A line of thinking, constricting and unrelenting, never ending