They say not all those who wander are lost.

But how can you not be lost if you’ve never been found?

And found by whom?

Myself?

I personally try to lose myself at every opportunity I find.

So maybe I’m just chasing myself to lose myself again.

And again

And again.

With no destiny in sight,

I chase the sun only to be blinded by it’s beams.

And when it burns my brow once again,

I fall into the shadows and day dream about the color that lies on the forefront of my eyes.

And those colors dance in my brain…Oooo do they dance!

Like acid the colors drip,

and slowly they fade to grey, then black.

But you can never un-see what the sun sheds light upon.

That’s the trouble with the sun you know….

Once you’ve seen the light,

You can never stay in the dark.