The Bright Future: Now I am tired and cold inside And it feels as I have already died Reality haunts me, and in vain I hide I am standing silent, but once I cried Oblivion is patiently waiting for me I look around, there is nowhere to flee The door is shut and I have broken the key I strain my eyes but there is nothing to see Stuck in a nightmare with no end in sight I grasp at any sliver of hope, however slight I know I am wrong but I think I am right My soul drifts away into the eternal night I sink down into the prison of my mind Disgusted by what my groping fingers find My eyes are wide open but I have been blind Yet I am not the only one of my kind. Philip G Carlsson '97