Bleak and black and bold and born.
Beyond, before; behind, reborn.*

        I stand here at the threshold, behind me is my life.
        I stare into the void, the darkness of the night.

                Do I stay here in the light, sway to what I know?
                Do I cling and clutch and claw and crawl back to what I've sown?
                Do I allow the past to fade away - the light become the night?

                        Or do I fall?

                Do I let the darkness take its hold?
                Will I free myself in the mystery?

                Is there feeling in the night? Is there freedom from the light?
                        The light is safe, but is it right
                        in this threshold of the night?

        I stand here at the threshold of the future and the past.
        I cling and clutch and claw and crawl back to what I've sown.