The Way Home (68/365)

We were given these amazing
Bodies to test drive
Living machines

We’ve altered, we’ve crashed
We’ve abused and indulged
We’ve jumped the fishbowl
And gone to the moon

But when you turn off the lights
And dive deep within
Life becomes dark

Society chases its tail
And we all fall down dizzy

In this industrial pot
Of colors and creeds
We listen and learn
But the quest for truth
Is a puzzle with no box

So we each hold our lights
No matter how bright
And shine without blinding
As we walk through life.