The Tale of Self-Examination

When the voices are silenced And my mind is void of the tyrants Only then will I be free Only then will I able breathe As for now, I lie awake Thinking over every mistake Pondering life and where it ends Not looking through a rose colored lense Pessimism tears my fragile being The glass neither full nor empty from what I'm seeing But rather it is shattered Displaying that nothing really matters There is not life is truly important to us This life is a vessel, like a bus Used To take us away later in death Only important after our last breath For then some "being" decides Wear it is our soul shall reside Be it earth, heaven or hell Someone else will toll our bell