The deeper you go, the more you'll see,
Though the dark enfolds and holds you tight.
You try to slow, too fast the stream,
Loosened the grip you disappear from sight.
Who you were, you'll never be again,
And the beliefs you held have frayed.
Who you'll be, free or constrained,
Is the choice you'll make today.
In that void, all possibility must wait,
With nothing yet created to tether.
All that will be, is not from clean slate,
Weight of gold and fragility of feather.
Toward those depths, fear said don't tread,
Too close to the edge of a forgotten thought.
The nearer you get, the narrower the spread,
And memory serves what was once taught.
You are the darkness, you are the light,
Despite your willingness to be free.
You are bound by day, and prisoner of night,
I look like you, and you look just like me.
Be part of the Hive discussion.
And you may be rewarded.
