Let Me Be

Where has it gone?
Where have I gone?
Why is there nothing left?
What do I know?
What do they know?
Why is this meaningless?

Stare at the ceiling; I've awoken from dreaming
talking, babbling, screaming silently.
There is no meaning or none I can believe in.
Don't trick me with reason or your questioning.

Where did I go?
The light is too slow.
Distance remarkable
steals time from me.
You won't let me be
common-place, chartable.

Time is my ether: with each breath I sink deeper,
every moment grow weaker peacefully.
I'm a starry-eyed sleeper. I made a deal with my reaper
but I can't seem to keep her away from me.

You won't let me be
unremarkable.