A Riddle in the Middle of the Night I never mind my mind not being right Until I find myself depressed again Find myself lost to the cost of it in The shadow of death every now and then Memento mori whispered from behind I want to turn around but never mind I have to look ahead of me instead For the light that might be looking for me I have to close my eyes so I can see Haunted not to be but wanting to be Chanting de profundis clamo ad te The darkness understanding what I say Remembering the dead and what they said I know what to look for by what I find The darkness reminding me of the light A riddle in the middle of the night Steven Curtis Lance