The Trip

So empty
A hollowness deep within
The seemingly simple
Oh! All too sure
Has slipped out of grasp
And all that’s left
A bad taste in the mouth

What can fill that cavity?
A puff? A drag? A Sip?
The emptiness remains

The will, not within control
What is desired of me?
Why give me hope
I never did ask for it

And when arms are outstretched
To hold what’s been thrown
Why was the light switched off
Tell me the purpose

Optimism is easy to preach
But the question deserves an answer

Is this a preparation?
Then what is the final end
Do let me know
Ere I unknowingly
Move on to a path
That will never bring me back