Truth and lies flash in front of me

but when are my eyes open to the light?

This flashing world I inhabit now

will soon end.

But when I close my eyes for the last time,

will I see the glare of eternal day,

or open them to nothingness?

If I wait for you to catch me in my final fall,

will i be cradled in your loving hands,

or plunged into dark death?

They say you say...

but then, I don't know if you even say.

Sometimes I wait to feel your holy will to consume my mind,

but is it madness or sainthood that approaches?

The words of man send me this way and that.

Where are your words to straighten me out?

No matter where I step, I cannot see the end of this path.

But I see that I cannot often look ahead,

for there are many things upon this road

which I must look at now,

Lest I never see them at all.