Who am I when I am in the dark,
crawling and searching for what I lost
while living in moment-long sparks
because I was far too ignorant to know the cost.
Now, reflecting back, I know that I had the universe.
The sun would never set, the winds always blew,
but nothing but love was strong enough to put me into a curse
as I watched the birds above as they gracefully flew.
All of this was so long ago.
If I could return, without a doubt I would go.