He In the Dark
There are times in this life
When the act of manufacturing happiness
Successfully outweighs the bitterness
Of the unpleasantry we seek to transform.
Via the converging rivulets of painful emotions
Coalescing to form a happiness from hurt,
One comes to realizations about themselves
That mental alchemy kicks in way too often.
And so angst ridden insecurities
Rise, attempting domination of the mind,
Only to be scolded and sent to their rooms
While the master engages in self loathing, forgotten.
Tomorrow brings another day of dreaded insight
Into the shadowed corridors of clear sight
Creating illusions and delusions unreal
To anyone except he in the dark.
When the act of manufacturing happiness
Successfully outweighs the bitterness
Of the unpleasantry we seek to transform.
Via the converging rivulets of painful emotions
Coalescing to form a happiness from hurt,
One comes to realizations about themselves
That mental alchemy kicks in way too often.
And so angst ridden insecurities
Rise, attempting domination of the mind,
Only to be scolded and sent to their rooms
While the master engages in self loathing, forgotten.
Tomorrow brings another day of dreaded insight
Into the shadowed corridors of clear sight
Creating illusions and delusions unreal
To anyone except he in the dark.