Where am I going?

Where am I going? into this world demeaning,

where, where am I going into this world Known.

After it has been spit out, after it has been fought for,

where, where am I going?

Why has the pain gone away into the clouds, into the stars...

I live in numb satisfaction, I live in dumb stupor, waiting

waiting for the end to consume me. Is this where I am going,

into that quiet nowhere where no shred of sound can be heard?

Where where, where, where...

would I rather be in the stillness of it all, where can I sense

the silence of it all, where I can see the moment for all its worth, is that

where I would be frozen in the eternity of the Thing?