Sometimes the path to the light
Seems uninviting
Seems uninviting
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
I remind myself
While some have said
The light at tunnel’s end
Is an illusion
possibility
options
choices
consequence
that is life
it can be difficult
to find the branches
which lead to the light
White hot
Without heat
And it purred
The way
A dragster purrs
Waiting
For the glove
To drop
The light
Of guides
Of friends
Of family
A lattice
Of light
Into which
My darkness
Falls
I will
Follow you
But the light which guides me
Burns from within
And from there illuminates
My true path in the world
All outside
Just fades away