searching

i open my eyes and see a sight
a sight that has been painted white
i close my eyes and turn my back
i see a path painted black
i walk this dark rode alone
trying not to be a clone
a clone to what we think is write
i still have yet to see the light
the light that shows me what is true
I'm always brought right back to you
but you're not good for me
it's time i say "let me be"
i need to take the path painted white
maybe finally find the light