another day another trial another eternity spent in denial of the fact that we mean so very little face up to your mid death crisis the darkness it blinds me the misery always finds me the soul dissection try to ascertain mid death crisis we think we re living i wonder why we re just killing time until we die is this all there is there must be more than this if there s a light at the end of the tunnel then i must be facing the other way all i can see is yet more turmoil one long ordeal of endless grey the turning of the century should have meant the world to me but could ve meant so much more if the world wasn t just as fucked as before another year of nothingness another test of our strengths how to deal with realisation and face up to a mid death crisis like a beggar doubt comes creeping cloaked in ice devoid of feeling i try to learn to cope with the fear and guilt of this mid death crisis