Sometimes, we find ourselves staring at the end of a dark alley
Even as the lights around us flicker bright, our mind - it has a ladder of its own
Locked, nowhere to go. Lost, nowhere you know.
Fear, that old familiar former girlfriend who held you hostage to her whims, yet left you feeling guilty each time.
Dusted. Is this of any help? Is this of any use?
Oars away, drifting from your stretch in the middle of the ocean
Usurped, your Kingdom Comfort. Only now, will you really start to discover the strength of your arms.
Black as the alley, only now will you search your thoughts
Then realise your awakened sense of touch is more powerful than that impulsive eye - no good when the light shuts off.
