When the fog is so thick,
That it blinds you,
And you can’t see the path ahead,
Walk forward anyway.
It’s just gloom, not a Gate that blocks your way,
And what else is there to do
but walk?
We wish for the clouds to part,
And the sun to come out and warm the heart,
But a perfect sunny day never comes like that.
Gentle parting of the clouds gives luminescence of hope,
But not the illuminating fresh start.
I tried pushing the walls,
Bruised my knuckles on locked doors,
Broke my back trying to move mountains.
And When I was completely broken,
And when I gave up all control
All illusions of control,
When I was free falling,
The wind lifted me up
Like a feather, I was swaying in the air,
flowing and swirling with the wind,
flying with the wind.
With a towel tied around his neck
Like a cape, he flew.
He fought the monster he read about
In fairy tales, when he was feeling blue.
He rode his imaginary horse and waved
His wooden sword like a white knight.
He was going to be a hero, a savior,
He was going to fight for what’s right.
Running, breathless,
A clueless rat
Inside an endless maze.
All roads leading to
Another dead end.
Going back to the start
Only to make the
Same mistake again.
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It is messy, too messy a fight
The process of getting from wrong to right
The ruination of what is, for the inception of something better
And even then it is a game of trial and error
Alluring are these woods, that I wandered in tonight,
Running from the comfortable life that I had toiled to build
I collected so many things in that big lovely house
That there was no space for air, and no air left to breathe
Sweating and bleeding, wounded he fought
And When his life reduced him to his knees
His empty eyes looked up at his charging enemies
Not seeing but looking through them, lost in a deep thought
Trapped in a conundrum, caught in life’s inevitable dilemma