I walk upon a path that has no light,
Filled with wonder,
And Sometimes fright.
My future is black like ink,
A crippling fogs blurs my past,
And yet I dare not look back,
So of its actual thickness I can merely think.
And to my left and right I see the way,
Towards color and light,
Instead of gray.
It dazzles me but when I turn,
The enticing images begin to burn,
And if I head in either direction,
The blackness follows like a crude reflection,
And yet again I walk each step,
Blind,
Wondering if happiness is something I can never see,
Nor reach,
Nor find.
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