How far might I go away
How deep into myself am I able to delve
In that one moment, of white light seen
Is all to be held
Is all to be revealed
The twisted tumult of torn heart strings
The frayed edges of a slowly dissolving mind
The darkness incorporated into the not knowing
The blind ambition of the not believing
Such calamity that the past is behind us
How distant might I become
How uncertain within myself of my own capabilities
In that one, one of many million similar moments
Are all mishaps to be seen
Are all hopes or dreams to be dashed
