A stranger light comes on slowly...

I wanna hold the hand inside you,

I wanna take the breath that's true.

I look to you and I see nothing,

I look to you to see the truth.

You live your life, you go in shadows,

you'll come apart and you'll go blind.

Some kind of night into your darkness,

colors your eyes with what's not there.

Anyone with a heart would agree...

The cherry on top...

How many of us stop short of success on purpose? How many of us sabotage our own happiness because failure, while miserable, is a fear we're familiar with? Success, however, dreams come true, are a whole new kind of terrifying, an entire new species of responsibilities and disillusions, requiring a new way to think, act and become. Why do I really want to quit? Because it's hopeless? Or because it's possible?

Oh life, how oft he throws you off and think, enough, enough of life in so much. Here's a cause for rupture; herein he must break with life, or be himself unworthy; here he is wronged, maimed, spoiled for aspiration: farewell life! And so, as a froward babe, I hide my eyes and think all ended. Then, life calls to me in some transformed, apocryphal, new voice. Above me, or below me, or around. Perhaps I name it nature's voice, or the universe. Tricking myself, because I am more ashamed to own my compensations than my griefs. Still, life's voice! Still, I make my peace with life.