The doors have been opened
There is another side.
Inside is empty.
White light filled with energy.
Too much to bare,
Bright enough to glare.
Before drugs did I even care?
Maybe or maybe not.
But I’m here and I walk with a trout.
The road is limitless.
My existence is driven in passion.
Blood red, hot cherries baked in a pie.
Look deep, read the eyes.
Inside one will hide;
For the rest of their lives
And want to die.
Some look to the sky for answers,
I look inside.
Deep within answers come about.
Like they were there,
Up in the clouds.
I know some are so miserable.
But capable of finding passion.
All it takes is your ways of action.
Making growth your new objective.
Acceptance, you need to make a confession.
Then you’ll see how much life’s been testin’.
Maybe then you’ll learn life’s lesson.