Out on my own,
Living time as time can be found,
Loving, as nothing,
living,
falling into time, itself.
Believing in what I see, ahead.
Hard times are made of scars,
marks of me are deep around.
Taking space.
Healing a ground,
Never fake.
Being sound.
Someday I’ll not be awake.
Anymore…
This is when,
I search for more,
and you can get to see,
deep inside of you. Not me.
Stop believing the mirror,
while you search for the truth in light,
the same it’s absent from the shadows,
that makes everybody so bright.
Don’t neglect that I,
the carrier of a different sound,
can portray the entanglement of the fray,
In every single way,
until you dim your own light.
I am a wonderer of me and you,
I am a pilgrim of light,
still I live in the shadow,
for my shadow is so powerful,
it can only balance itself so bright.