to enter a dark room without looking for the switch
is to follow the same path
set out before me as my life has been
with no known destination
or making loving to you without knowing your mind
but my own is enough to risk the next step
i can only a hope for what is best
who is it that made it happen once
i can’t pretend with someone who might be you
it’s not the same anyway
though sometimes it feels that way
i wonder if i invented the afterlife
my fears need a reason more than to blame myself
how can i live knowing i’m afraid of life
it’s only a walk down the street
or watching red lights gasp as they are ignored
but the miracle of someone who lived in darkness
is why i won’t ask any questions
except how is it that you can ignore what is killing me inside