Into-the-Dark

Sometimes I like to shine, just like one of the stars high up above in outer space. My glow can be seen from far away across time, twinkling away, the bringer of dreams. If you close your eyes real tight you can see me shine. Go on try it, cover your closed eyes with your hands so that everything is dark and black, and then you'll see me. There I am, that faintest of glow that sparkles dimly, but then you realise that there is light in even the darkest of corners. That from the deepest black of the furthest void, a little light will always emerge. That light is me, for I go into all these dark spaces that have never seen any light, and my mind takes a glimmer of understanding with it, and that glimmer illuminates even the pitchest of blacks. These dark voids have nothing to diffuse or disperse my glow, and so, on and on and on and on my beam can be seen by those who know where to look. Many people can see the dark whilst they are bathed in light, but only a few can feel, smell, touch, and glory in the light whilst they are surrounded by the cold dark void. I am there, and I can see you are too.

At the end of the day when all my energy has gone and it's a struggle to keep one eye open.
That's when the world changes around and I stand out from the crowd and choose reality above hoping.
Then my eye flickers closed and I think briefly of all those, the people who have shaped my world.
Now when the R.E.M. begins and my brain begins to sing I softly leave this shell behind.
To nowhere I will go and from nowhere did I come, but everywhere is where I am.
And the ghosts of my future are behind me in my past and it is now that I have my answer.
But one query still, shall keep nagging at my mind as I slowly drift further from me.
If this is my freedom and the other is my cage, then why must I always awaken?