The Light Side

As each day goes by

And I do my daily stroll through

The pavement and trees in the park each day

Always seems to melt away

With my consciousness

 And a swirl of all the objects around me

The outside world slowly drips out of my fingers

Until I have reached the light side

I see the gradient lonely road

It leads up to a neighborhood of houses

Each resident greets with a smile

Even if they’ve only been here awhile

In the light side

The children laugh and play

The whiteness that surrounds them

 Sometimes seems so gray

The pleasure that places bring

Can seem like every early spring

But every good of every place

Always has its glaze of debase

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson