I veered off the trail. Just yesterday.
I’d been suffering, walking on it.
Following the dim star.
So I woke up and decided not to go after it anymore.
It scares me now, a little.
It’s gone. The star I never loved.
It’s dark and I can see tracks no more.
But I know I’ll keep walking.
There is more to belief than just light.
More to me than following a dying star.
I guess I’ll be my own light.
I’m ablaze within.
Enough to be my own dazzling star.