Philosophical

On an endless road I walk,
empty, with peace in evening's dark,
as if for my love to show 
to those who will never know. 

Where tranquil truth takes its turn,
where all the love stories burn,
where lies, like vapours, fade,
where life can thrive in death's shade. 

Of all the roadblocks that I saw,
were just lies that my mind had told. 
And now, must I know how not to fall,
thinking of limerence as the full stop. 

What I saw as a damned curse
was my maiden power bulb. 
And with this darkness, will I rise,
for I don't need the light to shine.

The Empty, Endless Road