When I can't tell right from wrong

Real from fake

Better from worse

And all paths are starting to look the same

Drifting away

Wondering if

This is the only way

~

Here it is

The center of the storm

Where one transforms

And leaves

Dead parts

Behind

And find

The Source

Of Creation

In the debris

Of immolation

In the fires of destruction

A new life bursts alive

Out of the darkness

And crafts your very life

~

Else one carries on

In dizzy stupor

Glued to a past

Doomed to dead ends

~

So fun, but yet so painful

© Lavinder