Day breaks!
My life consumed by lies
follows in its wake
Someone tells me, there is light
Real eyes, mesmerised
by the light that is not their own
Watch me, even though blinded
As i search through the dimly lit corridor
For me
Only to find,
there are brighter objects to seek
Down to where the light bears darkness' child
The bright shadow, that is the sun
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