On a cold dark road,
When there is light
We do not stumble.
In the darkness
We find pleasure
What can we say then
We stumble on pleasure
Or does this pleasure find us
When our eyes are closed.

We sit and laugh
Talk and chat
Remembering alas
How it could have been.
Think in silence
Think aloud
I am far off now.

The pleasure I could see
For once my eyes were closed
In the moment I blinked
Now the light has filled my soul.
I can see now
I stumble no more
For that pleasure
Was just a stumbling block
On that dark cold  road.