In darkness I see..
'Cause my eyes are closed
from seeing the virtual.
Lights blinden me,
clouding my thoughts with things figmental.
It shows me people, it shows me structures,
It show me trees, it shows me birds.
But yet I know not who they are.
The structures I use, knowing not why..
Where trees become mere structure,
the common thread of life going oblivion.
And birds are like passing clouds ,
meant to fly and just fly.
For our rooms are dark and streets are lighted.
We see what is shown and are blind to what we are.
When the outside is dark, I try seeing with the feeble light inside.
And its scary in there so I stick to the 'window',
to see the known and escape the uncharted.
I search for its source.
Its there everywhere yet perplexing to find.
Where is it from?
Am I the musk deer,
looking for the light when it comes from within..
Or am I the weary traveler
who has yet to travel,
a long long way before he reaches the source.
But I am restless as I have no place to rest.
For I feel safe in light outside even if I have to run..
Thus search is what I must do, to get my elusive rest...
