confusion

How do you define life, when it seems,
to only touch the edges of your mind,
When it is already spread so thinly,
almost like the tendrils of smoke

at such times when life's shape is undistinquished,
it is then that we lose the little we comprehend,
even if only but for a mere brief moment,
in the chaotic perpetual currents of time,

at these moments, we need confirmation
something to tell us who we are
to redefine the individual distinctions
that comprise the essence of our soul

when life is just a hollow phrase
its cold and dark emptiness overwhelming
only your soft touch can bring me back
to where there is lifes warm fire