EPILOGUE

The future don't look bright

I can't control my fright

Something just ain't right

What can it be

Mine own hands seek the black

Run away or attack

All Hope is gone it's on my back

And my heavy head

Oh no

"The stone is given its existence; it need not fight for being what it is --- a stone in the field. Man has to be himself in spite of unfavorable circumstances; that means he has to make his own existence at every single moment. He is given the abstract possibility of existing, but not the reality. This he has to conquer hour after hour. Man must earn his life, not only economically but metaphysically. ...Things are given their being ready made." Jose Ortega y Gasset

There's something wrong, something missing

Something's gone  I guess I'm wishing

It wasn't but it's still insisting 

To be oh