On the horizon of light,

the darkness rocks me.

I can't see clearly,

whether they are there or not.

I'm getting closer to them,

the mist envelops the rising waves

at my feet.

They come, they spin,

mind's myriads arise-

the restless, untamed ones.

Fading into white,

united in battle

of incoherent elements.

I am distracted by confusion,

look around in the milk,

and there, quietly and constantly,

the lights are flickering.

They lead to the house,

they lead to the house,

to you.

Everyday.