If tomorrow, she's not there

If tomorrow She’s not there I will live A life In despair I would fall Away From her hand Deflated Flat No light Could I bare I would wallow In my sorrow Exist Only In my self-pity Yet One tiny part of me Would see across The plain Of my self-loathing And that tiny part Would start Slowly To build a scaffold Bar by bar Dawn by dawn Slowly Build me up And direct me To where I need to be I would seek out Words of wiser men Then me Schopenhauer Nietzsche Aristotle And more Their words Would turn me A flat, deflated Self-pitying Nobody Into a God Into A devil Into a philosopher And I would find Happiness Again But different Not external But Internal I need no one To create happiness By their presence I find it Inside By understanding The human psyche And the traps The masses Leave To tare you down For they are scared And envious That I Am able To move on But still I dreamt And still do As tomorrow She’s not there