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the lights went out,
and we rendered ourselves helpless.
nothing to do, nothing to see,
nothing to be but me.

fumbling desperately to find anything,
anything close to civilised comfort.

i realised my lonliness of late,
now the lights started to disapate.

the charictors of my personalities past,
come to stay in brightness but not ever to last.

in the darkness i see my friends more shadowed parts,
all the darts to all the pictures of faces,
suddenly become illuminated,
by the darkness which casts a funny light on us all.
it renders us all helpless,
to a sinners song, a human call.

and as i clutch this once white paper,
i realised life's true meening is meeningless.
its not to find him or not even her,
but to find a path to happyness,
and never ever get lost.