Let my light shine,
Bright.
Life is like moving through a maze blindfolded.
Every turn presents its own valuable moments.
Sands of time slipping through my fingers,
This sparks a lust to follow my heart,
Sincerely no longer want to be in the dark,
I just want to shine like E.T.’s finger.
It lingers,
This feeling in my gut.
Despising having been in a rut,
I gather up torches as I strut,
Valiantly walking towards my destiny.
Candidly,
I seek my inner light.
How is my soul meant to glow,
When it’s cast among the shadows?
Confined in the prison of my mind,
Is an incandescent cloak of honesty.
The truth is:
The reason for my can-do attitude;
The tool through which I express my gratitude;
My excuse for silence because I’m considered rude.
The truth is,
The fuel for all of my actions.
Candle lit passions,
Accompanied by wine drenched thoughts
IN VINO VERITAS,
As the Latins say,
Or something of that sort.
Fraught with debts,
Of the favours I owe to myself.
Will I ever have clean bill of health?
Is my health bill filling me with feelings of hell?
Cutting out deceivers,
With my sharpened cleaver.
The things I do for the bloody truth,
I have come to the end of my violence,
You do not have to fret.
I’ve been through the dark forest of my regrets.
I tore down the fortresses filled with threats,
Set free my ambitions caught in Fear’s net,
I did all that with no need of Excalibur.
My only weapon is candor!
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