The Light

The day begins as it did before

Never-ending, of this, I'm sure

And in a darkened sky...

Where I cannot tell the

day from night

I wander, aimlessly, 
searching for 
the infamous light

A light, I am told, 
guides those who seek, 
to their very soul

Illuminating 
from deep within,

this light is love,

it will not dim, 
Still... for me,

the light, elusive, 
remains a mystery

A secret puzzle,
one must solve

A quest, perhaps? 
which answers 
all...

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