The Imperceptible Uplift

I see a puddle of sadness, with you in the middle,
But why do you wallow in it's reflection?,
You've met sorrow with some aquiescence,
And shaken the hand of a miserable fate,

Now take a dip into your subconscious pool,
Think of me, if you will, as an abetting aide,
Your spiritual light of being has crouched into hiding,
Reach out and pull it to ascend the heights of heaven,

Allow that comforting light of yours to transform,
Imitate, no, become the sun, for it there's a slippery task,
Let it's nature do the work of bringing the sweet science,
The puddle needs evaporation, fade away, lingering gas!

Let your sun dry up what came before and shed bright,
On sunny futuristic visions you saw before,
And as you apply the stranglehold on the gaseous engulfer of light,
Your true destiny creates its own lore.