Let me in

There’s a path I´ve heard about

intent, defined and clear- cut

fades to black in the horizon

doubts and worries are unthought

Maybe it was a sin of hybris

that unknowingly was crossed

And as chosen retribution

with this blindness I´ve been cursed?

Every step i try to make

met with emptiness and drought

is blatant prosopagnosia

myself clearly not allowed.

Is unscapable white torture,

even scratched remains unmarked

If the key was mine to handle

why would I be now locked out?

Paralyzed, through me it passes

through me slides my life away

as determined as unwilling

Walking aimless once again.

Almost humorous i find it

how as trickery of the light

my own image, my reflection

looks drawn out on foreign eyes.

Sometimes even I believe

I see the outline of a path.

If I stare maybe it won’t vanish

could I reach it with my hand?

This path I´ve heard is now calling

Slightly clearer than before?

Someone striking me familiar

Someone´s voice shines in resolve

Someone who sweetly awakens

through my lips peeks something new

It cannot be what I´m thinking

but if not them, well, then who?