The Light at the End

walking along on a blind mindless trip. unconscious of the where or the why. stuck in thought... all day i fought the delusions of mind and heart. so lost in thought i lost my way and quickly the sky was losing its day. but soon two paths crossed to one at the bend and the only hope shined from a light at the end. closer and closer the light drew me in; following the bright white siren's call... but the light began to flicker wildly it danced though there were no disturbances to speak of which could throw off the flame's trance. but by the same token the flame could not live such was it enclosed- and yet separated- that its very sustenance was compromised with every passing moment. too late i came to realize the light was just a flame it could not last nor would it fight for life but rather sucumb to the troubles and strife and tearfully i sat and and wondered why? how could my hope become such a lie? Was my faith falsely placed in an imaginative glow? but no...i couldn't be... and so i stood physically stunned and confused but all the while empty in thought. and i walked along on a damp dark path... with no light at the end to save me.