Dreams

Dragging her into a well of shit,

Killed her wit bit by bit.

Dark thoughts & dark sight,

Made her soul a li'l fright.

Some bright & too much dusky light,

Turned her vision more black than white.

Her path of life was up so tight,

Chances were very low, of being right.

Whirling in strong stormy ride,

Young lady was blown by the tide.

Destination looked so close in sight

But the road, was so full of plight.

Sliding up & down the slope

Brought her a li'l ray of hope.

Continuously perturbed by the demon,

Her fight had a meaningful reason.

Seeking peace with all her might,

Eventually woke up her inner light.

She got what she saw in her foresight,

At the end, with God, "She did, unite".