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
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.
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