Table Manners

Darkness brings you to light
Fear leads you to fight
Reason gives you the sight
The universe gives you the might

You settle for a dwindling smile
You lie down and let it all subside
You wonder if you were meant for more
The sorrow was for you in store

Your eyes grew weaker 
Your hands started shaking
Your bones have bent their ways
Your friends, you could never mend their ways

This life is but a wicked dream
Stifling one moment, yet liberating it seems
The colours are all in your palette 
You chose their path, with etiquette