Here I am in my dark reverie
To escape, I burn my effigy
It resets me — yet again
But for how long — how soon — I never know when
I know this a temporary state
My nature will resume, it is my fate
Not being me makes me numb
I’ll forget — it will lapse — I will succumb
I wish I could make my mind unwind
And go over the tape to see what’s wrong inside
To see what it is that isn’t quite right
And extract it out into the light
Would I discard it if I found it and cease to be me?
If I did would I continue to be?
Would my essence remain without that piece?
Or would the peace be enough — while who I am ceased.
Saturday, January 26, 2019
JArtB