“Lights”
In this vast empty world the lights are my only company. They speak to me, each one telling a new story. One by one they all pass and I walk down this never ending path. Every once in awhile I see one that is special, The red lights. their voice is different from the others. They only ever say one thing, "The white lights lie" I ponder those words every time I hear a white light's story. What could it mean? The question went unanswered for such a long period of time that it seemed like maybe the red lights had no purpose until the day I met the golden light and in its presence the other lights disappeared. I was alone with just this one vibrantly shining light which breathed life into everything touched. Bright green grass flourished around the golden light and it said one thing, "stray from your path and discover us" I looked in the distance and for the first time ever I saw two separate paths. One held a very comforting promise. It traced the horizon with white lights, the path I had always known and the other fluttered with golden lights like this one. Some days I wonder to myself what that golden path could have told me. The stories it had in store but I am a coward, afraid to leave this comforting path. Now then my young friend, promise me when you reach that golden light you'll explore its wonders and not stay with me and the the other white lights. We are not the brave and wondrous, we are the lost and obedient.
