Stumble

Just when I think I can do this on my own

You kill the lights,

“See how you shine, without being known.”

I fumble and mumble

Can’t find the light switch,

I stagger and stumble.

Mind bleaching

Colour stripping

Hand reaching.

“Need me back do you?”

You say it’s okay, already died for that,

For this fault you always knew.

– Vagabond Prophet