IN MY HEAD.

I live there sometimes,
when the days drag on,
when the nights are long and the spark of light calls
I sit there,i listen to the call

She calls me,the founder,
the genius of light that starts it all.
I sit there,she working her magic with my flawed thought.
I sit there and listen.

She speaks to me,she urges me to settle down,
she urges me to calm myself.
She knows i am lacking,
she knows i don't stand,i fall.

But yet there she is,
With my life in her hands.
She lays it out to me.
The idea,there she is,it makes sense now.

                                                    kyalo.

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