Knowing the darkness I hide,
I wonder what light's are a lie.
Mouthing echoed sounds of pride
trailed soft to mute sigh.
Is this to be, or to be abject aware,
a dawning to oneself
of blinders to narrow stare.
Knowing the darkness I hide,
I wonder what light's are a lie.
Mouthing echoed sounds of pride
trailed soft to mute sigh.
Is this to be, or to be abject aware,
a dawning to oneself
of blinders to narrow stare.