There has always been a darkness
Something I could not touch, but could always feel
An emptiness… the abyss
I do not remember home
The loneliness ever present I have never been alone
There is a familiarity in the unfamiliar
Lost in finding self
Capturing fireflies of time in the mason jar of my mind
The Never-ending story
Mask… Masquerade…. Dance…repeat
A melancholy tune seemingly unending
March on song of my soul… guide me show the way
Through the evening and the darkness to the pending light of day
