sitting here while my mind wanders through time
sifting through memories almost forgotten
remembering what I tried to escape from
running in pointless circles
trapped in a wirlpool of confusion
trying to catch my breath before I go under
into the depths of my being
blind in the darkness
no choice but to feel
a shimmer in the distance
cathing my eyes
a familiar place long left behind
the shimmering sparkles like crystal rain drops
the spectum of light shining though from the sun
squinting though tired eyes I see a figure
smiling
someone iv not seen for years
myself
not the everyday sharade of saying im fine when im not
not the steel look of a tired man
a smiling figure
guiding me on my way
through a maze of endless possibilities
life
a pale face still smiling
been locked in the darkness
holding on to hope that I thought I lost
a grip of steel
admairation
he takes my hand and places something in it
hope
he says I should hold on to it for a while
I take my seat where he was
to let him free again
into the world he hasnt seen in so long
