Dejected images spread rampant
Thoughts derived in vain blanket my senses
Turmoil is evermore insistent as waves of trepidation encase
I search for apathy yet find remorse
I hunt for truth as sullen clouds of doubt dance into the horizon
What is light when curtains are drawn ?
What is joy when anguish has the loudest voice ?
Engulfed in my own barriers I reach outward as my focus dives inward
This place, this time, I have occupied before
Where is the hand to pull, the connection to grace
... yes, I do remember, how simple
A sudden smile appears on my face
