Focus. Don't promise me a thing.
Whatever you find, you keep.
Weightless. You can take another step down if you choose.
Descend into deeper and darker rooms.
Bright lights beg to return, but you're in too deep.
To look up now would only bring you to your knees.
You've buried a lot in the dirt of your past.
And you continue to lift the shovel over your shoulder.
You've got to find what it is you came digging for.
Stare it in the face. Greet the ghost at the door.
