Sometimes I walk with a lantern to light up the darkness within,
sometimes.

But too often am I troubled, too often am I torn,
the boy inside me sits and sees me
chewing on an ear of corn
and from the day that I was born
thoughts have followed me, made hollows in
my bones and built nests of tangles in my hair and
some would say they're homes for wayward thoughts
and again I lose myself.

The islands have gone, short-sighted planning from a myopic
maladministration and
these islands were my thought galleries where I could wander through the wasting weeds,
everyone needs a sanctuary eventually.

sometimes I light a lantern