Don’t know what I’m doing,
Don’t know what I’m saying,
Don’t know how to jump,
In this game I am playing,
So many pits to leap over,
Instead I just fall in,
Descend into darkness:
The darkness within,
No Game Over screen,
No limited lives,
Just a life I keep living,
While something inside of me dies,
And somewhere: a memory inside of me cries,
The tears that won’t fall from my actual eyes.
Michael Scott Hand 