Finding the light
Light is extant in the darkness deep in my mind,
Searching for its path which I just can’t find.
Twisting, twirling, contorted, without form,
Leaving me stranded in my own storm,
Torn asunder, as I surrender to esoteric dreams,
Still, when I’m awake I know not what one means.
White Wolf
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