Ariadne's Thread

Innocence Seeking

people look at me

what do they see

a picture of innocence

wrapped up in a tree

with its arms opened wide

nothing to hide

wandering from here to there

but no one knows my name

holding back what I fear is mine

and mine alone

wanting to tell someone

to share this riddle

to share this rhyme

to speak of only what I know is true

instead of the lies that have befallen me

to echo truth past the wrists of tommorrow

something to get me out of here

out of my mind

this place I call home

and to stop playing this game

my hair falls to the ground

and I am afraid

afraid of what I will become

when no one knows who I am

when I look in the mirror

and see nothing but sorrow

to love another

they say

means that you must first love yourself

is this self righteous

or another way out

loving onesself

we are each full of so many flaws

we spend hours looking in the mirror

finding out who we are

I spend days

thinking about what I want

and where I will be

when nothing comes

and my brain stagnates

I just pretend I am someone else

someone famous

like those on tv

or in the movies

I can't see myself with anyone

for I have been alone for so long

it feels weird being with anyone

i'd rather be alone

hollow

i'd rather walk past tommorrow

by myself

instead of in the shadow of the light

there can be so much

when you don't have enough

deprived of what you need

a touch

a kiss

you can make something out of nothing

if you try long enough

but that becomes a lie

a way to escape

and when you come back down

you can't find reality anywhere

it is lost amongst the tree

how they look now

ominous

forboding

almost demonic

not like before

when I thought I loved you

not after we fell together

if I could say I am sorry

then I would

but would it make a difference

now

would anyone come to power

after you have left the throne

if I told you how much I hurt

you might laugh

hurt

something you might secretley desire

I would understand

I know I deserve it

I want to call you and explain what I did

but I don't know how

if you want to find me

then look in the trees

where you might find me

tangled in the trees

tangled in the sorrow

and I can't even write anymore

my mind trickles down a lonely brook

the forest calls to me

in its savage voice that I call my own

the sky blackens

and for the first time