At the top
the lamp post spits out a weak light
which dribbles into the dark night
as if it were
a drain on its own power source.
Which of course
it is not.
The light is blind and cannot see
maybe that is why the light is free
or maybe it's that I can't see
the light that shines for me.

At the bottom
where the dogs **** their legs and take a leak
is where I seek the answer
and in the filth and dirt which I do my best to skirt around
I know this answer will be found.

It is always the darkest places that hold.
Our imagination,
from the very beginning is taught by others and told
to fear, that which we cannot see.
Feel free to disagree
but here I think you'll find that constraints put on your mind
won't let you.
Who'll get you,
the bogey men?

When you sink a bit
think a bit
open up and maybe link a bit into the grid
you'll find
that getting rid of all the chains that bind
and lock you down.
Will at first knock you down then build you up
and when at the top
you can tell the lamp post
to stop
being mean with the light.