Beacon of light

My heart is faulty

my steps are weary

and my eyes are watery

but why cant I see my path clearly

so many lose ends

tugging on my heart

pulling in thousand directions

seems like they are all at war

setting fire to the center

burning my heart and matter

blinded by the tongues of desire

when will I see the end of this mire

seems like an eternal fight

searching for a beacon of light

and his hand along the right path

will I ever see past my short sight

one step at a time, I'm told

to reach his side paroled

there's still hope in that word

why my heart refuses to behold

searching high and low

until my legs become jello

with distraction echoed to each day

I'm set out to find the end to this dismay