I remember looking up at the ceiling
not knowing how I was feeling.
I would hardly be sleeping,
because I was busy thinking
trying to link it with dreaming.

Everything that made me happy seemed right,
my eyes were so bright.
I guess stupidity was light
I was holding on so tight.

These desires flooded my heart.
Not wanting to be hurt,
I started admiring the worst
and yes, it was a quest.

Immorality kept me happy.
Little did I know I was floppy
to think it was the right way,
leading me to the enemy.
How foolish was I to follow.

I can see I was in darkness,
but ignorance made me careless.
Loving the desires made me fearless,
but I guess I didn’t know better.