Twenty First Of A Million

The confusion is seen by the first line where the person says that the "It's a shame you don't know". This person has something wonderful in his heart that he wishes that the he could share with everyone but feels absolutely incapable of doing this. (At least not capable enough to make a difference). The light of his soul has turned off and the foundation and stability of his soul were lost. The end of time is the inactivity the heart has reached and the false start is the wrong turn that has been taken. Running from himself and the obstacles which he has found to face has become impossible and it seemed a sad feat, and finds himself trapped in the sad netherworld of leeching energy until the dead of all purpose and meaning, but yet something still seems to be there among all of this. He finds it heard to grasp any happening amidst these troubles. It is the hell of self that hath wrapped himself in the vines of eternal distention, apathy and nothingness.