daze

As long as my candle dazes
I won't leave my pen
Its light enlightens desires
as far as I am concered
Like a magical compass
it's pointing my lust
and like the sun in a sorrow
it burns iron and rust

If only I had a fire
that could keep me warm
so I can see where this turmoil
is emanating from
If only I had a window
as wide as my mind
so I can see all the auras
and colors of the Divine
I may be a truth seeker
but I'm no sheep among wolves
We all know nothing
but we are offered
some precious tools