More than some bother to ask
There's a deeper cave
With tunnels running off
that few would make the steps to walk down
Sometimes the tunnels cave in with rocks put up to shield
A wall of stones to save the pain of not being understood
I don't even know myself
So how can I expect others to know me?
I don't understand
So how can others?
There's so much to me
a labyrinth of unknowing
different passages
different facets of this body
this mind
this soul
I need to be strong
To know myself
Every dark abyss
Every wonderous meadow
Why is it so much easier said than done?
Why can't I make the first steps?
Like a foal stumbling after its mother, I fall
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, I ignore

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