Walking down the corridor of my life <br />I follow the only way it leads <br />To a door at the edge of its darkness <br />And I must enter to face my deeds <br /> <br />The door creeks open without persuasion <br />Blackness awaits my mind deep inside <br />So puzzling, so confusing, so strange <br />And in myself I cannot confide <br /> <br />Some type of hero I need <br />With guidance I can take heed <br />To follow until new heights <br />All I need are glowing lights <br /> <br />I blindly stumble, arms outstretched in front <br />Hoping to find something I know <br />I reach out and touch something familiar <br />Something from such a long time ago <br /> <br />I’ve found the lights I’ve been looking for <br />The lights that I’ve had from long before <br />I’ve had them all along but forgot <br />But I need them know for I’ve been caught <br /> <br />Some type of hero I’ve found <br />With guidance not so newfound <br />I’ve followed them to new heights <br />Those wonderful glowing lights<br /><br />David DeAngelo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lights-6/
