I came from the dark and decided to become the light.
I never really knew what the light would feel like.
I got so used to being in the shade that I thought a little shine would burn.
I never imagined a life where I would want to light up the things that I felt came from the same place I did.
I also never imagined that I’d leave so many things in the dark because they weren’t capable of coming back into the light.
Who would’ve thought that the light would carry as much weight as it does?
Because it’s hard to be a light, but it’s so much easier to fall back into the dark.
It ain’t easy keeping the fire lit.
But someone has to do it.
The problem is that I’m not the only one that’s capable of putting out the fire whenever I want.
Everyone else can put that fire out and I’ve allowed that for so long.
Now I realize that I probably shouldn’t give that power to anybody ever, but how was I supposed to know.
I’m learning more and more every day how to make this fire even bigger than it is.
I’ve come a long way, that’s for sure.
Sometimes I think that staying in the dark would be easier.
I don’t know any better.
I guess I’m lying when I say that.
I know better.
I just don’t want to know better all the time.
I’m responsible for my actions.
But jeez it’s so much easier to just fall back into the old ways.
The dark has so many of the things the light doesn’t.
Whose idea was this in the first place.