Though this is no new day
I am made almost complete
A dawn born without night
Splendour has forsaken me
You may turn your eyes away
Focus upon the distant vistas
Pretend you do not see me
There is no clarity upon this
No empty space to ease within
Everywhere is taken and held
Save the cold, dark places
But who would venture thus
Unless the world was within them
And they were born incomplete
And so the journey begins...
