Your now racing to the light
Your at the end of what seems an eternity
Your approach starts a transition
Suddenly its not bright, its clouded
You turn around, theres no going back
What seems a lifetime becomes a grain
Your now left, waiting in a purgatory
Nothing but mind, memories and yourself
Your canvas with your colours and marks
You are you, your next step is your first
Do you play safe and fuel your brain?
Do you go and gain paper?
Do you wait, hurry, worry or fight?
Remember this choice will haunt
You can be strong and in dress
Gaining what is desired by most
Appearing in all places all over
Taking a shortcut to your real end
How perfect? At what cost?
Your eccentric canvas will die
It will be rebirthed in white
And crafted by the ones upstairs
Should you be free in yourself
Or should you be free in the world
Locked in your brain
Or brain locked in your skull
Your choice is yours
It will add to the canvas
However it may not stand long
Your now racing to the light, a second time.