I've waded through dark thoughts
Stumbled through the attic of my mind
Catching my feet on unseen obstacles
Face hitting the floor, the taste of blood in my mouth
I picked myself up and brushed off the dust
A new day, tomorrow is a new day
My father would say
Well, if I must go on I will go on
Eventually I come across a window
It's slanted light illuminating a notebook on the floor
I sit down and run my hands along the pages
Hours later I was still there, with that book
Yet a different kind
A different man using the light of my mind
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