I am afraid of the dark.
The darkness is surrounding my eyes,
flooding any possible vision of light.
Is this death?
Am I lost...
I believe so.

I see a light.
Slowly rising from the horizon.
I hold back my tears,
Afraid of losing this feeling of warmth
The lost vision.
In return, I have to ask,
"Were you involved with my despair?"
The tears were let loose,
to see the light cowardly switch away from view.
Maybe I am the coward.

Or maybe I am the follower,
in which you wish to control.
The vague rememberance of a childhood
No one could recollect.
Or maybe I am the leader,
Pushing away your past,
And creating your future.

Maybe I am God.
The powerful almighty in which you wish to reach.
Maybe I am the lost vision
that plagued you since the beginning.
Maybe I am yourself.
And yourself is the only way out.
 
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