At a Time

As it was in the beginning the perfect nothing the perfect nothing of which anything could happen wake me up for I can't see Wake me up tell me where it is soulless drained machines fog inside me so thick I disappear from myself staring at the dead lights the city shows so clear There I live free in my wonder losing my grip on the help that supports me I stumble and fall once more as i drop the only sanity I have left gathered around they see only a certain part of me I find myself suddenly acused but curiously am amused as they quickly dispatch the news at a time what once could have been a voice now has become part of a darker common choice