.. there falls the words of fools about my years to hasten by the years the journey that I make through myself. the travellers that pass by me as I wend my way all reaching out to say their path can find the way to the truth. answers everywhere, promising solutions to my fears leading through halls with no doors in the walls and leave me in the darkness. but to close my ears to all will bar the way for those who've travelled through.
the silence of a candle burning in my room speaks softly of a peaceful balance to be found just beyond. the road within without a right or wrong with lanes for only one where solely one must see, and will know. a stillness that resounds, singing sounds of hope to light my way drawing me near to a path that is clear, to free myself from darkness. and the voice within the candle whispers of a timeless peace that lies beyond