Self Imposed Shadows

Artificial light buries the wise and blinds the ignorant-

leading often, to one's own uniquely prescribed disfigurement.

The fabricated glow does not banish the obscurity of the dark-

instead, it allows a mirrored glimpse of an abyss abounding with sharks.

Empty sensations drill murky chasms and provide an assortment of curious questions-

Now, once truthful, sunlight becomes but a mere suggestion.

This addiction has become a musical shimmer repeatedly changing shape-

a nefarious glare, continuously exposing itself with it's neon red tape.

But we are more than shadows and manufactured reflections-

we are radiantly gleaming universes, perfected in our imperfections.