From a dark place my eyes search the light, looking for a shadow;
This the soul of my turmoil, past and present.
I find myself once again in that florescent maze of commotion.
Thoughts hurtle across my mind’s night sky,
Colour, light, motion, and feeling ever disturbing my purpose.
I am here; bring me back to to glass-house clarity,
To the dwindling space between reality and my dream.
My soul tires of chasing shadows, my mind of the labyrinth.
I am the vessel, redefine my purpose.
I choose Light.