This blank page staring back at me is clawing at my eyes
Everything with perspective turns introspective and I can't trust it
Only a few things give me comfort, only a few things still feel real
There comes a big gray cloud that seems insuperable
And I realize that the rain has to come in my life as well
All things come to pass
My vision is like an Owl Creek Overpass
I hang the lantern to find my way back in the dark
But the wind took away the flame and now I'm stuck in the depths of the forest
There's a precipitous path that I question with every step
Every step begets a question, every eye registers displeasure and disdain
Maybe I'll find that lantern
Maybe I'll relight it
There's no way to tell
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment