Left

What's left to believe
When there's nothing to hold?
What's left to hear
With no music playing?
What's left to say
When you've done all your praying?
What's left to escape
When you've broken the mold?
To be truthful
It's not about believing
Or hearing
Or saying
Or escaping
Because
When everything
Is stripped
And taken away -
I ask myself
Only
What's left of me?