Scattered Thoughts

-Scattered thoughts collect themselves
-and everything makes sense
-then just like that doubt sews a seed
-and you end up back on the fence
-It's clarity we wish to see
-in the midst of clouds and rain
-a beacon of light in the dark of the night
-an antidote for our pain
-but there is no cure outside of you that can make your soul burn again
-You have to find it buried in the darkest of places
-and it always must come from within
                                       -SO