Death according to Lazarus...

Ask. Believe. Recieve.

That is all that the universe implores us to do,
or so I am told.

I try to believe
but I have doubts.

I fight them
but I can't erase, squelch, or subvert them.

And so goes the struggle in my head,
and in the maylay the path I am on
becomes lost to me.

I am lost.
and so I ask "Where are you?"
(because I want to get inside of your head)
when what I really should be asking is
"Where am I?"