So many philosophies,
Thoughts and hypocrisies.
Too many bridled dreams,
Hopes, and silent feelings.
They well up within me — my own
Faults and failings; their
Pains and wailings; our
State of being, living, breathing —
Let it all drop.
Look to the light,
And be.
But what is the light?
And how could I presume the right
To look upon it? No, this time
I cannot look at all, but beg—
Please give my eyes sight.
To see is all I ask tonight.
October 22, 2019