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.
