Apathy, Salvation, Solitude

Once was a time when all was nice and neat.
Once was a time when all was clean and pure.
Once was a time when I knew my place
And now I find I am not sure.
Locked was I, in solitude and shame
And I was comfortable in my despair.
But now I see the darkness around me
And I realize that I actually do care.
So what can one do, what can one be?
How can one change the comfort of life?
When what one is simply is not who he was
And he must find who he was or else die.
As it was sung, in the strangest of places
The light is shown if looked at right.
I think I found what I need in the strangest of places
And I am now insecure and trapped in fright.
When I was sad I could see that I did not mind
If the sadness was taken suddenly away
But joy is what I feel and it’s too good to be real
And I am afraid this dream will end with the day.
The right person, wrong time is the dilemma of fate
The catch where I find I’m not free
This person is perfect in every such way
Except she has no room in her life for me.
So I sit here and sulk, I sit here and cry
I cannot believe this joke G-d has played.
I did not know I was lost or alone
Until this day where I was almost saved.