If you look deep enough into the dark,
You'll see reflections of your soul.
Keep staring, and you'll find yourself
Looking up out of that hole.
The black is filled with emptiness
And yet smothers all that you are.
It's close - as if a second skin
Yet stretches away so far.
Are you in the black, or is the black in you?
Or are you both as one entwined?
Be careful of what you look to see -
We already carry what we find.