Dreaming With My Ego
facing the crossroads,
unsure which way to turn,
i do a slow pirouette
and hold the world at my finger tips.
you are playing a game of russian roulette
with my future.
i wonder, when will you slip,
where is the bullet that you hide?
i place a ruby on your tongue,
to break the curse of eden.
we fall beyond a sandy shore.
i know one day you will sacrafice me for the seasons.
the night time is my freedom,
the only time i breath and can open up my eyes.
but still you hold me blindfolded on the floor,
suffocating under the pressure of your pride.
dancing around wolves with feathers in our hair.
we wear trust as a disguise.
so afraid of the future,
more afraid of the past
lost in the present.
unsure which way to turn,
i do a slow pirouette
and try to grasp the answers
slipping past my finger tips.
Contest: "Me against Myself"
By: Gillian
Copyright © Gillian Hewitt - Stubbs | Year Posted 2011
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