Roaming Lights

It's the euphoric highs that help me

disguise

The pain and suffering that deprive my

mind

The chemical makeup of my brain can't

comprehend the possibility of a bigger idea

Of a life after death that provides

panacea

Where you get embraced by forever

missed relatives and friends

And your soul wonders to spaces that

have no end

I'd like to think that we really know what is

out there

During a time of depression and despair

When in reality there could be nothing but

time to waste

In a space for a soul to reminisce on

forgotten grace