Am I to old to say I still wish,
I look up into the stars and find my two fish.
I've made it important for me to find out where truth lives,
The sky is my map that's open with movement.
Yes reasoning can be confusing but my actions are just,
To me pastors are deceiving because they're just like us.
I stare off into the open and receive a small rush,
My hunger for information is becoming a lust.
This new curiosity Ive never felt I'm calling it light,
The light to my dungeon I've come to know whats right.
Gazing into the night I've never felt so alive,
My light will keep giving me the direction and drive.
It's bright with ambition, forged through tribulation and trials,
In a strike or an instance the idea gives rise.
It's purely breathtaking with it's only equal is time.
In time others will understand why it still shines.
This light will face all types of resistance and weather,
People will always try to damp it to make themselves feel better.
It will hesitate and flicker while the tip licks at the heavens,
I will embrace all of its shine, while the rest sniff at the resin.
But like any true believer, I will deliver it's message,
And I will be reshaped into the truth seeker, while using my tongue as a weapon.
