If you followed me on a walk,

In the sunshine of my mind,

What would you see?

Who would I be?

Would I be a yellow fairy,

Skipping between rows of sunflowers,

Higher than high,

Taller than tall?

Would I be a gargoyle,

Grinning hideously at the top of my

Great, grey stone wall?

If you followed me on a walk,

Through the tempest of myself,

What would you see?

Who would I be?

Would I be a giant black wolf,

Prowling the dense forests of Scotland,

Dimmer than dim,

Darker than dark?

Would I be the ghost of a lady,

All dressed in white, in an empty room,

Barer than bare,

Starker than stark?

If you followed me on a walk,

Through the corridors in my head,

What would you see?

Who would I be?

Would I be a great horse,

Pounding with my silver hooves the earth of a road that never ends,

Over and over,

On and on?

Would I be a painting,

A landscape,

My colour fading,

Paint peeling,

Rough and old,

Gloomy and wan?

If you followed me on a walk,

Through my own sweet fragile world,

I don’t know what you’d see,

Or to you who I’d be,

But I know who I am,

No one knows more than me.

Would you like me to tell you?

The-Truth-Will-Strike-You-Down, AKA Bonnie, 13/09/2006