Standards and normals;
Things taken for granted.
Expectations and such.
The darkness, that’s planted.
Some of it; comes from a deep dark space;
A space where no lamp burns
A space that refuses to tell you;
What it is.
Why it is.
It just is.
The origin of all the poison.
And it’ll stay no matter what you do.
Because, there’s nowhere else for it to go.
It might sometimes be hidden in the bright lights
All bright places end in one dark space
And that is this;
This is that.
