Hands ready on the keyboard,
Thoughts and images run fiercely across my mind.
No words are typed.
Single letters are born, then deleted at once .
I sense restlessness.
I can't piece together these emotions.
Or perhaps I am broken.
Have I become a stranger to myself?
Or to the faith
I desperately try to protect..
Why does it ache
When the road has never been clearer..
But shatters all innocence.
Cynical have I become
Like one of them
Wise, Grown-Ups call it
But betrayed I feel
By whom I call -
Does the heart thicken
With soundproof walls
Does it lose memory
Of what feels real
Will it still cry
When we all become numb
Our playground has lost simplicity
Has become the never-ending game --------
I miss those trees I carved with names
And the boys back then
Or the time before we all learned to lie
For the good or the bad.
Before we all became hypocrites,
Or Masters of selective hearing,
- Or "seeing"
Of what is "important"
Or for ruling out the "unecessary."
What is [ n-e-c-e-s-s-a-r-y ] ?
What was once the land of lollypops
Is now abused with sugar coated words,
And filled with mouthfuls of
I hope --
Out there, You still exist.
Until I find you again,
I will try not to get lost along the way --
Just remember my name,
I shall remember yours.
signed by me,
P.S. a letter to myself.