How easily we lose ourselves on the dark side

Where the night seems to have no end

And time feels like it stands still

Going nowhere and going in circles become the same thing

As standing still

Yet in the dark

The rain still pours

The flowers still grow

Worlds still change

And in the dark

I still know that there is still the light

Where rain still pours

and flowers still grow

and worlds constantly change

simultaneously

in worlds of light or dark

life

ourselves

trapped

in dark

or light

by ourselves