To Us

Nobody wants existential despair
Nobody goes looking for misery
But the trouble is it is always there
I never sought it but it sure found me

It lurks within the shadows everywhere
It stalks the unsuspecting wanderer
Who walks too far out on the thinning ice
All the philosophers who never were
It claims for itself and never thinks twice
Of such details as the him or the her
In fact it never really thinks at all
Leaving that to us when at last we fall

Wrestling with the angel I guess I lost
Waiting on the Lord I am waiting still
I paid as much as I could but it cost
More than I have more than I ever will

Unlike my loved ones who followed before
Leading me to believe I could find peace
I gave up everything but it cost more
Than I could ever have to find release
From this fragmenting fear which shreds my soul
And draws me deeper into this black hole
To sink fully conscious under these chill
Seas of broken minds and dreams great and small

Nobody wants existential despair
None seeks to swallow such a bitter pill
But the trouble is it is always there
Inside of us never thinking at all

Leaving that to us when at last we fall

+Steven Curtis Lance



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