The night crawls around me
My steps guided by only the moon's light
Walking with nowhere to be
On the chance I can ascend to a lunar vacation tonight

From the echoes of an alley, a chord strikes out
Slithering its' way across cobblestone streets
This melodic convincing to leave Earth makes me change my route
I'm drawn closer and closer with each note that repeats

I follow it until I realize it's too late to retrace my steps
Until I'm falling into the rabbit hole
Who knew wonderland could be so complex?
I fork over my mind in exchange for the Cheshire Cat's toll

I suppose I'm not the same anymore
I guess I've grown without my consent
Nothing feels as it does before 
The curtain now open after this descent

I see those old selves reappear
And greet them like a friend I once knew
Whether I was ever truly one of them feels unclear
They're estranged to me while I live on Timbuktu

Lights dance in shadows over my skin
As I stroll these bones through this temporary world
It's the hour of the night when I feel pulled to my sins
When the crux of these thoughts have truly unfurled

I think I may have taken too much
Of whatever you passed to me on the way inside
I fear there's no words I'll ever leave untouched
Once I figure out how to climb back out of my mind

I could vanish tomorrow
And the sun would still set
For my time is merely borrowed
A fact I so often forget

I could wash away into the ocean
And months later, you'd forget the sound of my voice
Regardless of unwavering devotion,
Memory gives us no choice

A cart slowly pushing past
Asking if there's anything I want to purchase
Tell me, do you have anything that will last 
Long enough for me to figure out this poem's purpose

Shadows have been following me
For quite some time
Littered everywhere among the debris
From the wreckage of an age old crime

I see signs everywhere
That a normal eye would not
So excruciatingly aware
Of all the pawns being played for a greater plot

Everyone is my muse
Everything is the source 
It's not for me or them to choose
I just let the story run its' course

I sometimes begin to wonder
If any of this makes sense
Or was it a blunder
To think anyone would want to interpret thoughts this intense

There's a unique climate 
Here on my planet
The sun is always shining, but somewhere in the quiet
A storm is brewing to ensure all life on it remains stranded

The odd thing about all of this
Is that none of it could be true
Maybe I'm just a vessel in this abyss
Meant to carry all these words, allowing them to peacefully pass through







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