Where the Light Goes (from my perspective as a bipolar paranoid schizophrenic psychotic) Tonight knows where the light goes and gets out of the way And when it comes everything hums and it is today If it were always night it would only be half right With parallel disarray if it were always day But two as to are balanced as today and tonight The turning of the wheel to the learning of the real Opposites in balance turn the wheel the middle way Below as above to turn and learn and come to know What comes to mind at times like this when I look within Myself to see tonight leave so today can begin I learn by turning to and not by turning away When everything is nothing and when I am no one Then nothing is everything and I am everyone It is love after all in the rise and in the fall At times like this when the light is rising within me As tonight is leaving so today can begin me Again as it has always been again and again I am learning the real to the turning of the wheel And the learning of the turning is love even though It only seems to go to come and to come to go To learn by turning to and never turning away In the rise and in the fall it is love after all And when it comes everything hums and it is today Tonight knows where the light goes and gets out of the way +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX