Going through the same door
With two separate lives
I, a musician
You, a light bringer

The question lies the answer 
On how much light one must bring
To realize our lives have become mundane. 
And peace can only be absorbed through the eyes. 

There is something by the laws of living 
That makes us want to live fully
Yet a faint shadow grasps its arms
Around our neck wishing us to just stay put.

A future we promised ourselves would be of color and enlightenment
Forged kings into our every word
When our words are only of a beggars dream

Of love and love returning
I am of hope that these writings 
Will spark my gentle soul
Into something magical. 
That all shall see.