You found me as I was running, as I have always run, and may always be
No matter how many times I manage to escape, I always find myself
Back in thes same place,
I am a prisoner
I cannot be free, unless I can put the pieces together
And I have no clues
But a silent cinema
Images cast in dismal pallets
No voices come through
Time passes by as wordless, meaningless whirring
So I would sit, here in my lonely, dark theatre
A madman at the controls
Mixing and matching the reels at random
Setting the speed to his whim
Leaving me completely bewildered
Completely agonized at the thought
I may never be able to explore and enjoy life
I've been trapped so long
Seeing the same old things
I am chasing something bright and beautiful
Again
I was hoping that this time it would be safe to touch
But this adventure is leading me
Into territory that may require a guide
I have been mislead and
I've been let down
Broken
So many times before
I've let wonderful tales and pretty sights
Prevent me from keeping both feet on the ground
Bouncing exhuberantly like a child
Then falling into arms that are not there
I am afraid
I am tired, disheartend
This new world is not what I was hoping it would be
The pieces of myself I have not had time to go back and pick up
Form an army of ghosts, they are coming, always coming,
Always bringing me back, to put the pieces together
To figure out why they fell, right the wrong
So they can die
If I fall
If I hit the cold hard ground
They will get me
And I am going to have no desire to come back here
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