I used to see,
faery tales in black,
now I see them in vibrant red,
it all comes clear as I look away,
a changing day and another way.
I place my hand,
on the sullen rung,
as I climb down from the mountain top,
through the fog,
and into the light,
now I desaddle of my own accord,
I still stand but I walk again,
I can be who I once had been.
Now bear with me,
on the serpent trip,
As I try again to be the man I can,
I know who I am,
But you don't know,
I don't dillude myself but I enlighten you,
Just another door that I go through.