Into the Shining Sun... Tabula Rasa

Drawing close to the tipping point...
I scramble from one room to another,
Searching for the nearest exit...

As the walls start closing in.

The paint on the walls starts to chip,
The floor wreaking of old blood...

So many versions around me...
Which one do I choose?

I lay myself on a chair nearby.
Looking at my notes of lives gone by...
Reality of the scratched lines...
Another line waiting to be crossed.

The cigarette gives up,

Strings of Floyd in my ears...
Gravity pushing me up,
Happy Place on the horizon.

The exit door gives way...
Towards the happy ending...

The ending I've always wanted...
Not the one being wanted for me.

Living by the road,
Lost in search,
And, Found in the search,
This Irresistible Silence...