Lost

I ascend upto the sun And bathe in light amidst the darkness Around me, the stars; But shining none Fervid feels and freezing soul. Floating adrift, shackles apart, afar. Source? Destination? I'm truly unsure. Is all this dry water or rogue car? Should I panic or savor this bliss pure? Devoid of love, sadness, shock or joy Just fear; Grim as the place. And hope, bleak; As bright as dawn. Is this Satan's playground or God's ploy? Distant yet visible, a tiny clew blue, Scream, I howl, no sound escapes Is this a parable dream, or the final transcend? A venture to stellar hell or heaven unknown? And there it is! The beacon of life, Either perish or go back to all that's mine My way out, or illusion of choice? One way to know, I reach out an.............