My Own Antarctica

My Own Antarctica
Do I have to return?
Do I have to resurface?
Now that I've learned
To be nothing?
Do I have to return
To the land of the living
Now that I've learned
How to give in?

I withdrew
Further and further
Into my own
Antarctica
Never a thought
For counting the cost
Where the sun never rose
Where the wind never dropped

I saw nothing wrong with
Feeling I did not exist
Had somehow disappeared
I don't know what to do
Now it seems
I can still be seen

A bed of snow
A bed of crystals
My very own
Antarctica