I have touched the sun.
It has left me enlightened.
In darkness I found fun while
in light I find I’m frightened.
The dark hides my red eyes
from reality that left scorned
me upon my arrival unto the
things reminding I am torn.
I am perfect my mind it
does say unto my deep fear
of me in my pursuit of where
my true meaning may appear.
Was I some lost pariah some
vexed tortured being that had
let opportunity pass by slowly
turning me into some outcast?
Maybe so did say the sun
where I became burned undone
by the light that shined down
on me reveling shaded from sun.
I’ll project platitudes that
speak of reflecting in the light
though my place in the dark
is a place for some sordid delight.
I am left torn and I’m weary
and the sun, sometimes a mystery,
holds truthes I wish not see clearly.
Lying in the dark is friend to me.
