Saturday, March 12, 2011

Catching

Once again, I find you here out by this door
should have known that by now no one is keeping score
funny to think that stepping into this room is refreshing
at least now, the paintings are gone and the gaze is catching
so attractive to these lens we call eyes
wrapping up so tight that you nearly go blind
staring down onto the floor to your next step
before stopping and bumping into a little chest
Yes this chest is open in front of your view
don't worry about it, since it's only keen to fools
oh wait, why is it that the open cavity stares before you?
must I forget to mention that you are but a tool?
winding down this long flight of stairs
catching your breath and gasping for air
shall we walk together now and look back?
a continuous reel of film passing on track
this reel only playing what you want to see
why is it that the mistakes and regrets are with me?
surely you know by now that this is where it ends
but something is tugging and pulling and starting to bend
the reel stops and only a white screen is here
have you forgotten already dear?
If winding your fingers into mine was such a crime
why is it that I still find the time
to surely spend and write over these walls
until my vision is blurred and I begin to stall
I know that I have done wrong and opened pandora's box
but now this curse is where it belongs
only to leave but a faint impression of ink and wood
funny to think that this is where we all stood
before and once again now we hear the clapping
applaud and shout as sure as your eye is catching
now you've seen through my own cue
I'm sorry but now I shall pay my due
Maybe this will not be enough to repay
but feel free to take and take and take
until all I have left is my mirror image before a room
surely a sign of leaving soon
do not worry for now about me
because my mind is as gone as the dark blue horrid sea
down by the dust i leave this key
hoping one day you'll look for me.