My Head

I screamed to the void in my head
Asking existential questions to
The tangled mess of the past, and
To the blurry promises of the future

But in all fairness, my dear soul
Why do I fear an answer, 
Why do even an echo seems scary
Yet the eerie silence provokes me

Perhaps I do not look for answer
In the chaotic present that I resent. 
As the vicious agonist is my head
Yet a spot of paradise is my head!