Light was meant to help us see. Was it not?

Brightness tells a story to me of everything we’ve got.

Darkness falls

onto the walls.

Light returns again.

All we know

seems to go

around with us when we spin.

Lock me in the hallway

Lock me in a hallway.

One that is filled

with memories of my childhood,

across the space had spilled.


Forget me in a closet.

One that locks for good.

Don’t ever resurrect

what no one understood.


Push me to the hillside.

Dare me to dive.

For the next few seconds

you’ll feel so alive.


Fog my vision, clearly

everyday, all day.

Push me if I stall.

Just lock me in the hallway.