Path

In the morning I lay awake.
Thinking of all things in which I relate,
but like always there are only a few things that take the place.
the first I believe is a deserted road.

To be a deserted road is to be alone.
Alone to feel the pain of everyday, and
to feel yourself just disappear into the surrounding air,
but there is, in fact, a deeper meaning here that most don't believe is really there.
the deserted road also represents fear.
the fear that you might one day be found out,
and then cleared from the overall picture of the world beyond here.

I represent the raging storm blowing just beyond the window,
maybe even just in the distance.
The storm that could overpower all of my existence.
This storm represents my unpredictable emotions.
The emotions that leave me crying in the storm inside my brain.
The storm that leads most to the insane state.
I fight my storm off with wind,
and wait till the sun shines again.

The last thing that represents me is the shadow.
The shadow is a step ahead of the dark,
but a step behind the light.
The middle zone where everything is ignored,
or just unnoticed.
The place where evil is done but not recognized.
This zone of shadow is where most of me lies.
If someone shines the light on a shadow, it would withdrawl to the darkness,
but if someone should turn out that light, then the shadow once again longs to be in the bright rays of the sun.

To have such things represent me,
most may believe that I am a dark person,
and this maybe true.
But I must state that in all of my cases
I have not yet failed to return from my journey of darkness.