Guide me

Those experiences so fresh
Mind bursts open to refresh

When candles were burnt
And new things were learnt

With creativity that spurt
Ideas would seldom flirt

The joy of freedom was lived
Sense of wholesome was conceived

Thoughts now know its' bound
As the reality surround

The brightest of the bright light
Is no different than the dead of night

Take me or the least, guide me
Where the mind can be all that it does seek.