In the dark,
All alone,
We walk.
We try,
Or so we think,
To find light.
We travel through,
Thinking we are looking.
How few of us,
Can see the light,
With eyes open.
Everything is light,
We just chose to be blind.
Blind,
In the darkness.
May 3, 2010
May 3, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
In the dark,
All alone,
We walk.
We try,
Or so we think,
To find light.
We travel through,
Thinking we are looking.
How few of us,
Can see the light,
With eyes open.
Everything is light,
We just chose to be blind.
Blind,
In the darkness.
Something I wrote when I was dealing with depression. Not much, just a short, little thing, but it's more reflective of how my mind set was, before I pulled myself out, with the help of some friends.