mangled memories and misery doors of deception and doubt one way in.... one way out slumbering children awaken to reality and strife into world of vibrational frequencies and light our minds hover in darkness as our senses feel for proof searching for the subconscious switch that inevitably offers truth substituting truth for shades of shallow gray sacrificing sanity as sensibility fades away listening for the distance knock of oppurtunity while we granny clutch the gears of spiritual maturity the body weakens with every passing day but the spirit strengthens as the flesh is torn away as we grow old we are forced to believe in something more to believe in something greater than what we are put here for we may lose focus and sometimes stray the path but our spiritual beings ultimately guides us back the polarities of life imprison our minds with chains of moral construct but a beackon of hope flashes within the mind offering serenity from demoralizing conduct though we can not physically see... hope does shine we only have to embrace it in the vastness of our minds hold true to what is love and hope will play its part while love paints the portrait hope will convey the art thank you miss gwen for giving this poem a proper and honorable title i am really bad with titles i suck at it =)