days changing color. things u knew but had forgotten arise. all that seemed colorless lived again. nothing has changed, no new miracles were formed, the prospect of a better future loomes, bright become the visions of the everyday, beauty in life and around strats to clear out, the face of love not blurred no more just requires fine tuning.
all so nice, all too be nice, i need to see the light as i know it exists, may be false,may be true the light lies in my tunnel. unseeing i fumble in hope in the box of pandora, the golden bee the golden light i hope to see. But remember non so different as nothing around has changed. mindfull of the light i travel in hope and in satisfaction for the thirst that has been reborn in the inner me, to love and want to find that cluster and not just a single golden bee in the box of pandora. As today i see the light in my head, and i know its magic for me.....
