I lose my mind in passing time
Absorbed by every fleeting find
Consumed by all the world outside;
Must make room for truth to hide
And coalesce into a ball of light
Within an otherwise vapid night
To suffer, flicker, falter, fight
To struggle, 'till, with all its might,
Truth bursts forth and blazons bright
My eyes un-glaze and flash with sight
And every evasion ever tried
Is put to rest and laid aside
And every thought is of the kind
That leads to love and peace sublime.