Lights, give me lights

The words of Hamlets' enemy

Simple but most striking

Maybe not literal torches

But a metaphorical desire

Throw open the curtains of clarity

Feel the rays of reality warm your skin

Let a pool of hope fill the darkest corners of your mind

Without it you stumble

Prone to falling, cracking the armor protecting what's vulnerable

Down a road potentially harmful in end

But how would you know?

You're blind with only feeling to guide you

Feeling is deceiving.

Feel the soft fur of a wolf

Walk away with ripped clothing

Feel the smoothness of fruit when hunger takes over

Burn from the inside out

See the malicious teeth

Look at the lethal color

All avoided with a simple match

Lights, give me lights