a candle dimly lit

A candle dimly lit,
its light vaguely shown,
barely shedding light,
on all the things that we have known.

What we see before us,
are all the things before,
yet these cannot restore us,
to who we thought we were.

We may feel as though squinting,
to see from the corner of our eyes,
while our minds are set on hinting,
at what we dont realize.

Now if I told you plainly,
I don't think that you would agree,
as much and as clearly,
as you think you can see.

But as in the dark,
things aren't as they appear,
and when ur life is lit by a spark,
nothing is ever clear.

But I can't light the way,
and I can't hold your hand,
but this is what ill say,
if you can understand

There isn't much that's new,
yet there is much left to be done,
when your life is set in darkness,
and running from the sun.

The truth is I can't change you,
or reveal you for who you are,
as regardless of how close I am,
you will attest that from reality, I am far.

But here is to living in the moment,
and acting on every whim,
and never coming to know yourself,
as you are always running from within.

But let's not think I'm perfect,
cause we both know I'm far from it, 
but at least I've come to know myself,
and tried to rise above it.

I've spent many hours in the dark,
in calm and quiet reflection,
and believe me I tore myself apart,
with not quite a delicate dissection.

I brought light to many things I'd known,
and others not so well,
The light reflects on how I've grown,
or at least as much as I can tell.

Blinded by the sun

I've been blinded by the summer sun, that's why I always walk at night.
So as I chase where my steps run, I can follow them with sight.

But the truth is I'm walking blind as I don't know where to go.
And most of these steps are in my mind with thoughts wandering to and fro.

But I started in the warmth of light at the dawning of this day.
Which had followed the dark cold night from which I can't seem to get away.

But I'm looking for a source of light to guide me through the day
And a hand to hold that just might help me along my way.

But the hands I see, I cannot tell if they bring help or otherwise.
And I cannot help but to dwell on if it will bring about my demise.