I was a special little girl
Who was forgotten in this world
No one bothered to water me
Or let the sun shine on my leaves
No one told me that I could sing
They held me down & clipped my wings
They grew back just so I could see
Who I was always meant to be

I was searching for myself
A journey for my lost soul
When I felt drawn to something
And fell into your black hole
Attracted to dark matter
How could I ever resist
Who knew that getting so lost
Would be the right catalyst

Inspiration is in everything, if you look with your third eye
Muses come and go they never really die

Everyday around sunset, a tiny reflection of the window appears on the wall. My cat obsesses over it and stares at in the most peculiar way. After observing him do this daily for some time, I began to let my mind wander. I began to see this illusional window as a portal to another dimension. I began to think this shrinking light was the perfect metaphor of my life. This fleeting window, a mirage that somehow cleared the fog in my mind. An ideal escape to another world. An ephemeral glimmer of hope that briefly eases all of life's unanswered questions. An omen that in some alternate universe we are living the way we should be, unburdened and free.

Don't seek solace in the dark
Don't be afraid of the light
Don't squander all of your days
Waiting for the black of night

Are you my saving grace, are you my wonderwall
Are you my parachute to catch me when I fall
Or are you my undoing, my Achilles heel
You can never trust a man that has too much zeal