The Dark Meets The Light
I was wondering about a lot of things.
Life is more complicated than it seems.
I started checking out secret societies
It started giving me ” I” disease.
I checked out mystics and the dark arts.
It all made my head ache & my eyes smart.
I checked out new age and all it’s wonders.
Comparative religions and .other blunders.
There was UFO’s and parallel universes.
Time travel and magical verses.
I’m going mad. The dark is closing in.
Is there anyone who can help me from this sin?
Help me. Help me out of this dark.
I feel it squeezing, stopping my heart.
I can only see what’s right in front of me.
There must be something to set me free?
Too many churches and not enough truth.
Too many people. They act so aloof.
Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.
Too many secrets to learn and not enough time.
I studied more but, I learned less.
So many things were only a guess.
Wise men will tell you look over there.
When you do it leads to nowhere.
Drugs messed it up worse than they say.
I tried herbs and the natural way.
The answers were elusive. It didn’t come.
I searched and searched till I felt rum dumb.
I tried crystals, message, oils, and yoga.
None of it worked, I should have asked Yoda.
Some said Indian medicine men was the way.
They wouldn’t give me the time of day.
Help me. Help me out of this dark.
I feel it squeezing , stopping my heart.
I can only see what’s right in front of me.
There must be something to set me free?
Too many churches and not enough truth.
Too many people. They act so aloof.
Too many mountains & not enough stairs to climb.
Too many secrets and not enough time.
I tried to meditate. To free my mind.
I practiced out of body travel to save time.
I chased rumors of aliens here on earth.
I found none but, gave all I was worth.
Hypnosis had nothing to offer.
It was no better than the books author.
Fortune tellers and tarot didn’t work.
Even LSD just left me to hurt.
Then, late at night, as I prayed for an answer.
A small quiet voice said “I am the answer.”
“I have been here all the time.”
“Don’t you know you have always been mine?”
——————————————————-R. W. Johnson—-(2012)