Pressing Matters

I have the need to lose all senses The need for the mind to lose all reasoning A troubling world where emptiness shelters A nothingness to ultimately be asking And they do not come Perhaps never will again for all I know Every single thought with nowhere to run Where is life living to never yet behold? Falling away into ensuring depths Reinventing ways for tasks never met And do analytical theories often crept With a thousand tears, I have yet wept I need to stop thinking To stop asking unfounded questions Yet I cannot stop myself asking When moments but presents doubtful reasons I tried to suppress but my mind oppress A seeming life of its own beyond control A lesser life for an ever mind to never rest Is there truly life to never behold?