Apr 28, 2008 00:12
What do you do when the light goes out?
And you’re left in a black hole?
Do you fumble around for the light switch,
Or let the cold seep into your soul?
When you’re looking into the future
And your vision has been destroyed
What good is finding the light,
When you’re stuck in a directionless void?
And so your fingers blindly grope
Along an unseen route
Tentative and alone they wander
Courting fortune in hopeful pursuit
But should you fumble and miss
What will keep you hanging on?
Your fear of what you cannot see,
Or the love of the light that is gone?