Where it is darkest
I stand
Exhausted
One more curve until I see the light
In the cave
Where I have been walking
I pause
Preparing
One more rest before the next move
In the cave
Where I have no reference
I consider
Poignant
The path that I am on
In the cave
Where there’s so little light
I remember
Persistence
Stopping where I am is deadly
In the cave
Where shades and shadows dance
I consider
Allegory
Perception is reality
In the cave
Where light returns softly
I take notice
Appreciative
The exit is preceded by curves
In the cave
Perspectives have changed, as have lives. But we will always love you, Andrew.