You sit, alone in the dark
Wondering whether you should switch on
The light.
It's been dark for so long you do not remember
What it feels like to feel the light on your skin
To be blinded by it's brightness
To just have the comfort of knowing
It exists.
In the end you decide
To switch it on
But it's so dark
You can't remember where the switch is.
You fumble around in the dark,
Searching, searching,
Until a friend points out its whereabouts.
So the light is now on.
And you sit in the corner with your back to it,
Wondering if it was the best thing to do
When you see it out of the corner of your eye
Flickering, flickering,
Until you can't take it any more.
You stand up, and you walk over to it
And you stare deep into the light.
It stops flickering and shines brightly
Brighter than before
It is warm and friendly
And you bask in its glow.
But before long you have to sit down again
You can see out of the corner of your eye
Yet again
Flickering, flickering.
And as you sit alone in the faint glow
You think...
"God. I wish someone would fix that bloody light."
