eyes fixed….

eyes fixed on a bright light high on a hill ….

drawing me closer and closer still….

Walk as I may to the light….

Like a moth  to a flame in the night…..

When I arrive what do I see…..

It’s my reflection looking back at me….

What does this mean you ask……

Hell if I know I’m wearing a mask….

This story is strange stranger still…..

Beginning with the light on the hill……nick