Direction

Inside the chaos beckons the heart of the storm
Respite and calm while hell swirls around
Without direction or dimension the walls are close
Save for the light shining from above the cicle
Darkness and madness rules with an iron fist
There is nothing, no one, and no hope of change
Yet the sun still shines down like broken hope
Unknown is the believe in hope; hell, or heaven
For it is both, and neither, forever all at once
Here I stand, both surrendered and committed
I ask life to take the direction that is deserved