The Answer? Poem by Jay Harris

Limbs are 100 years older
Mind hides behind a fuzzy veil
The mind wonders yet sees nothing

I fear of my own existence
When will it end?
A nomad lost in his own thoughts
Locked inside my own exhaustion

Tied to being yet not existing

Weary eyes look upon a life once had
A time when the sunrise never ended

Now dusk is here I look around
And fumble in the waning light

Stumbling over objects once cherished
Now bruising my weak frame

Before the night comes I must find you
So your glow may illuminate the night

Then I can finally leave knowing I gazed upon the pure