Go into the light? Maybe not
As light and darkness are often confused So is the mind and soul of the fool: Running towards the lights of rock stars Believing in man’s medals and rewards When real stars rest in the depths of space: The dark abyss is where the wise race And words of flesh-lust, as black roses Unlikely found on tongues of the chosen A thought on how many are bedazzled by glitter, and glitz...when often reality lies within the dark--not truely outer space, but that which we do not take time to glance at or give... Sign in to see full entry.