On the white lights side <br />He can't find what's out there <br />The mind left the body only to move without care <br />Ignorant and fading he can't make the step <br />So he just sits and keeps waiting <br />On the way to some place that is foreign and distant <br />To return to himself he can't be resistant <br />Now convinced not to have another day <br />And if he's unable he'll be left in the grey <br />Left there to stay <br />But the door was found to get on his way <br />And now he's back home with nothing to say <br /> <br />If you try for a new reality it may take you <br />I got away...<br /><br />Drake Kinkaid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/transdermal-evening/
