Maze Of Reflections

I question the light.

Why do lessons from Heaven taste like lemons?

Are shaped like weapons?

They break like waves against my fate and shape my intentions.

Why can't I hate my ascension?

Straight for the gate and wait for a second.

I prayed for many days, gave away my possessions.

Stayed awake for many days in a maze of reflections.

It's amazing that there's so many ways to play with deflections.

So many ways to say I change my complexion.