The Light

I used to think 

that I was a creature of habit

walking the same roads

eating the same breakfast daily

But then it happened

The light in the lighthouse flickered to life

It burned in intensity 

until it bore a hole 

through the everyday facade

Holes punched their way through

mirages of safety

Certainty became a luxury

that often times becomes so few and far between

The only truth we all have 

is that death comes for us eventually

So why not use the light

that the stalwart sea house offers us?

Rush towards the dreams you've always wanted