…and as I gaze into the void,
it bears a reflection,
that dances like a reflection on water.
It is a living memory
that gets in the way of my history.

And in the distance my tired eyes
catch sight of distant hope in
the land of the hopeless I’m lost
and unspiraling  as nothing
seems to make sense anymore.

There’s a path illuminated
and it goes through the woods
it leads you in discomfort
with its cavalry to implore you.
I don’t belong here,
but, I embrace the madness anyway.

j.r.m©