Closure

You look down for awhile . . . until your feet begin to bore you, or this rebellion in you kicks in and lights this burning fire in which you start to slowly look up and around--though sheepishly at first. Because this is all new ground. And in a short time after being astounded by which you see, you begin to assimilate yourself. Only until that bores you and you look straight forward. Only considered about you and what it is that you are going to do. What you are to become and you become numb in the course or you already are. Because before, that which led you there, is that what you found when looking around--is that nobody gives a damn about you and the only way to make it is to do you. Which is your whole view. But in reality only a small perception. What happens when going alone begins to wear and tear on you and there's no one who can hold your baggage. So at one time you were flying where the clouds are and further beyond to the stars, but now your sinking--more so drowning. So much to where at a time you look up. And the blinding light of the son warms your heart and makes you not so cold and desolate and begins to guide your path. And you realize that this is the way--the light, not my own tunneled vision. So what is it about this light, this realization that doesn't last. Maybe its so blinding . . . so surreal, that I look down and stare at the ground . . . And once again it starts all over.
Where is the closure.