Is that it?
Is it really the loneliness?
Or is it the fear of rejection?

Is it the heatless chill?
Is it the entrancing darkness?
Or is it the burning desire?

Tell me what I need to do
There is always something
It haunts continuously
We live in it's inevitable shadow

What are we searching for?
Do we all have a common goal?
Or is this a journey of wandering?

Is there someone who can answer?
Is there something that can free my soul?
Or is this a whisper to die in the wind?

The questions that hang on the tongue
The mouth that never opens
The lips that kiss the dew
The words that get swallowed

Is that it?