Darkness follows wherever I go.
Forever I think,
A stream will flow.
A stream opposite theirs;
A stream of compares.
For they are the problem.
A problem I do not know how to fix.
A problem made of a mix.
A problem made of kicks and tricks;
And a problem that inflicts.
I want light to follow next.
A light that beams through my darkest thoughts.
A light that beams through all my problems' knots.
A light so radiant it blinds my compares.
A light so bright it wards off my nightmares.
A light that will love me.
I think I found the light;
And that light, is he.
