A lonesome firefly
wandering deep in woods
all alone, directionless
what worse could destiny imply?
The woods were misty
they were dark
even his thoughts
bereft of hopes
not an iota of spark!
Then suddenly
came a faint light
unaware of the source
amazed, perplexed
he continued his flight!
In that feeble illumination
he seemed to identify his way
he went wrong at times
but finally found his destination!
Relieved to make
to a safe place
he went over the lake
In utter astonishment
he observed in water
the circle of light
coincided with
his own trajectory
He quickly realized
he himself was the mysterious source
he himself the guiding force!
