On the Way Down

Sometimes I feel like I am not awake.
I go through each day like a shadow.
I find myself wishing to be lost in sleep,
But when the time comes, I cannot fall asleep.
I stare at the ceiling, powerfully awake,
And I wish I could just be a shadow.

Looking into the blackness like a magic mirror,
I am overtaken and I can’t help but shiver.
I feel something coming over me.
It is far-reaching and steps into me.
I seem different when I look in the mirror,
And the color in my eyes makes me shiver.

Time passes slowly as the sun sinks down.
Night is my strength and I step into the silence.
My heart becomes heavy with wonder.
And I think that I will always wonder
How I managed to find joy on the way down,
To be colorful and vivid in the silence.