Aeartobia

The world I look into,
Is through a frost-glass,
Which makes you believe,
That fragments of light lies on the other side,
While a gloomy shadow engulfs you here.....
You fight out the paradox eternally,
Trying to bring light to your soul,
One day you lie down under a tree,
Having realised that it was just a futile try.
You throw pebbles on the river,
And watch for the ripples that it makes,
You try to jump out of existence,
Only to know that you are chained to life.