Mazing Minds
Lost… the maze…
Driven to be something I’m not, but never wanting the skin I’m in…
Lost… the haze…
Seeing truths as shattered perceptions, but all beg for silence instead…
Lost… the daze…
Wanting a momentous singularity of wisdom, but getting a patchwork quilt of vaporous half-truth and deceit dressed as knowledge and information…
Lost… no gaze…
Needing an image worthy of Renaissance masters, but getting a chimpanzee’s abstract ill(del)usions…
Lost… the craze…
Bigger, better, newer, more, faster to fulfill all my wants and needs, but meaningless chasing after the wind, empty hearts, empty minds, empty souls…
Little girl lost,
Come find your way;
The truth’s waiting out there;
Just write your say.
Where’s the little girl
That runs for wolves she seeks?
She’s curled in a corner,
Tears stream down her cheeks.
Will you comfort her?
No, not I;
For if I do,
Lying eyes and lips will pry.
