Perceptions

Do you see a path? 

Don't look down on the road.
Look up high, through those messy branches,
Do you see a path?
Not that clear and straight, ah? 
That's my mind right now. 
But there's always some light,
Piercing through the trees
Like the thoughts that 
Enlighten the road & the green fields around. 
It's always a mixture of dark shadows
& bright sunny,
As we can't survive in excess of either.