Find Me

Sometimes I can't find

A single piece of who I am

And who I was and who I'm not

and who I want to be

From the depths of my mind

I struggle to recall

A kernel of the truth

that lies beneath it all

Whispers of a mem'ry

Of a time and place

Of people no longer worth knowing

Of a life erased

Searching for an answer in
a rose-bed full of lies
where every word is just a thorn
and every flower dies

Cobwebbed shards of thinking
pushed down way beneath the sea
of turmoiled thoughts chasing each other
struggling to be free

Feelings that I've felt have
faded slowly, worn away
from years of sanding, the erosion
takes the p a i n away

Flaming tongues of fire
burn me slowly, claim my life
and sear away the wisps of goodness
with the devil's knife

Yellowed pages crumble

Under calloused unkind hands

And drift down, turning into ashes

Turning to the land

Scarred and twisted branches

Of a leafless, dying tree

That thirsts for more than just some water

But for freedom's key

Fractured but not yet broke

Cracked and wounded to the core

Still keeps beating, still keeps breaking

Then is healed once more

Sights that when seen shock us

Fill your mind with guilt and pain,

That make you think you should do something

But your thought's in vain

Still the world keeps turning

Circling, rolling, spinning round

We always blame the world for problems

It's the excuse we've found

Worthless lives worth more than

Their owners could ever know

Beads of hope strung across the heavens

Caught in time's flow

Thoughts that meander slowly

Down the path that is my mind

That shift and change and turn until

There's nothing left to find

Survival gleaming brightly

On a dull knife's silver edge

Where one misstep could bring us darkness

Fall over the ledge

Pouring water raging

Down the road on which it treads

To crash down writhing on the rocks so sharp

That it dreads

Fire cringing as it burns us

Realizing how it hurts us

Nothing more than what it was

Made to be

Wind that whispers slowly

As it travels through the earth

On wings of silver, all but happy

Lonely from its birth

Wand'rers all lost but

know exactly where they are

who travel years and years of darkness

and never go far

And slowly the plot winds down

And the music starts to fade

Nothing's left but for the silence

that my own mind has made.