You did this to yourself you know

while waiting for the night

your looking for the easy way

still searching for the light


Slipping through the alleyways

walking the backstreets of town

talking to whomever will listen

still trying to be found


I find it difficult to believe

that you can even understand

I do not think you really know

just who’s your biggest fan


Your rushing toward the other side

where self-delusions fly

try stepping through the looking-glass

there is no ultimate high


Enlightenment is there without a doubt

you need but open up your eyes

you must start thinking for yourself

stop listening to all their lies


©  Sailor