Walking down the corridor of my life
I follow the only way it leads
To a door at the edge of its darkness
And I must enter to face my deeds

The door creeks open without persuasion
Blackness awaits my mind deep inside
So puzzling, so confusing, so strange
And in myself I cannot confide

Some type of hero I need
With guidance I can take heed
To follow until new heights
All I need are glowing lights

I blindly stumble, arms outstretched in front
Hoping to find something I know
I reach out and touch something familiar
Something from such a long time ago

I’ve found the lights I’ve been looking for
The lights that I’ve had from long before
I’ve had them all along but forgot
But I need them know for I’ve been caught

Some type of hero I’ve found
With guidance not so newfound
I’ve followed them to new heights
Those wonderful glowing lights

David DeAngelo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lights-6/