His eyes peer out from darkness
to faint, far lights ahead
in desperation, he runs towards the sun
by its warmth he’s led

My monochrome eyes search and search
they seek these great lights
yet all I see is black upon black
despite my long and arduous fights

Then he reaches his destination
knowing prosperous times will come
picks baskets-full of ripe fruit
“How great is life!” He hums

I crawl and stagger on cold, hard rock
with darkness as my guide
I cry and cry. I weep and weep
but he has left me to die

Seeing the darkness of life, I say,
“That paradise must be a lie.”