I who walk alone
on this path called fate,
stop and stare at my neighbors
forever out of reach and
just beyond my finger tips
stretches the abyss.
How silently they tread
as if they were only
a trick of light and mind.
Where does one go
when there is no where
left to tread, when by
rain and storm all roads
disappear without a trace.
When the light is lost
can I hold the candle
and be the torch bearer?
Or is the darkness merely
A trick of light and mind?
