Just Like Gollum

The road ahead just looks too far
like the little road the never ends
that they tell you to stare at
at the eye doctor.

I try to see the end,
to know what I need to do
but I can't see any farther
than the hand in front of my face.

I don't even know what I look like
I wear so many masks.
Just give me time and I'll take them off,
I promise.

God knows how many I've broken,
but I'll try, I prom... I'll try.

I know only God knows why
I'm trapped in my own prison,
but I hold the key.
I just need someone to tell
me how to unlock the door.

I've tried but I get one wiff of freedom
and retreat to the depths of my dark hole.
Am I just a recluse?
or I am I so afraid of what I'll see in the light?

I'm afraid,
that has to be it.

Just like Gollum,
why do people run and hide
when I stretch out my fingers,
to grasp my protective ring.

But God can see me when I try to hide,
no matter how many rings I wear,
No matter what I try to hide behind,
how many Islands I can find.

Pride, spitefulness, ignorance,
but nothing keeps me invisble from the One who sees all.

I'm just like Gollum,
Except I long for the light...