Just beyond the hinge,

I lose myself

In thought, in a power,

higher, deeper and intense, 

more than I can eve attain

 

I grow wary of the tainted,

materialistic necessities and begin-

begin again. I experience, and mold;

into the person, just beyond my reach.

I  glance, peripherally, yet it vanishes

as fast as it appeared. 

I am unhinged. 

 

Completely. It consumes my entire being,

it takes over everything I have stood for,

all that has been rooted within me, and 

I succumb to its power. Yet, paradise

stands not far away, taunting, unsatisfactory. 

The web of lies have been spun,

and I, the fly, have fallen into its trap. 

I am done. I can't. Not anymore. 

 

The light isn't a light. It is more a sugestion.

A lean in the path of all that is right-- all that is moral. 

Or so I believe-- believed. I contemplate the offer,

internally a turmoil comences. The war has began. 

Dishonourable discharge or to abscond.  The choice is impossible. 

Dismayed and broken, I give in. Not worth it, 

or so I thought. 

 

The door still remains ajar. 

I go through. 

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