along this misty dew avenue, I see mysteries unraveling
right before my very own naked eyes
dreams of yesteryears bewilder thee
finding my way through this blinding fog
can’t barely see what’s in store for me
continue to swirl on my spiral life
head on and fight a quite enormous strife.
your shadow I see constantly following me
sweet echoes from above soothes this tired soul
mystical dreams of forever engraved in my heart
blinding lights seem to fight back my wounded eyes.
will the future be bleak, the ugly truth I seek
be in a place I’d rather call my very own niche
carry on my mission with undying devotion
than be left bewildered in this never-ending confusion.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright 2011