Respect the power illusions hold... weather the funhouse of maddening life seasons |
when darkness captures — (captured darkness) rush to sun-filled day and it's dull when darkness captures (captured darkness) and the heart fills up with liquid darkness, becomes a pool of inky shadow below, the earth: hollow above, the sky: blank and dull cry for help, a silent echo: likely didn't cry out loud — only to the pool of inky shadow there is ... no one to help no one to hurt not one at all (that matters) because the faces floating by are but empty masks — a sight reflected only (if at all) in the pool of inky shadow life's no good, again; no, it never has been don't remember the light don't know what it might be like (to see or be a person) then, mood — and moment — vanishes: when darkness passes (release the darkness) life is good, again; we say it always has been we don't recall how darkness held us fast don't recall the inky shadow — the liquid darkness in our hearts — is a dream ... don't quite ... a dream ... don't want ... don't remember when darkness passes (release the darkness) life is good, again; we say it always has been behind the masks are people: people that reflect in our hearts and the sunlight? it burns so bright life is good, again; we say it always has been we don't recall the inky shadow the liquid darkness in our hearts is a dream ... don't quite ... a dream ... don't want ... just please don't remember :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: In dark moments, people, sometimes even one's own self, disappear from view, and hope seems like madness. In bright times, the world is vibrant, crowded, and welcoming, and the discouragement seems petty. It is like a captain of a ship. At times the sea is calm; at others, stormy. No captain rightly runs his ship if he believes the sea will never change. But if he can stitch these two disparate truths together, then he can perhaps navigate the storms with confidence and wisdom. |