I could be an illusion to you,
something so ethereal that
people begin questioning
what I really am.

Maybe I’m just a voice,
a bit of reason in the world
or just a conscience with
a body.

I could be nothing at all,
just a figment of imaginations,
hopes, dreams, failures, hatred,
and love.

You question my nature as if
you knew your own. You don’t,
you can’t even begin to understand
your purpose until you’ve suffered.

Until the world around you collapses
and is picked up piece by piece only
for you to hear each piece plead to be
reconnected. So it turns into a puzzle

you don’t understand, a puzzle where
some pieces just can’t fit with each other
but you force them together anyways.
Because if you don’t fix it who will?

And yeah, your pain and suffering
will lead you so deep within a darkness
that’s unbearable, unbelievable, and
cold. But that’s what you’ve got

to do. Find the darkness so you will
understand the light. I am a light,
willing to guide you, you’ve just got
to hold onto me and just trust

me.