World of a Maze
on cloud nine it seems
gravity pulls me back down
to the moon’s sunbeams
the magnitude forcing a frown
there’s a certain purpose for the trial
knowing somewhere down the line there’s a real trail
but even thinking of trying is a fail
a nervous wreck in the midst of space
oxygen flows, but it’s out of trace
hypnotic doubt overwhelms the soul
that sort of mechanical happiness is taking its toll
and the fumes of assumptions
consume me
like the brain is loading its function
rhymes a wreck down the railroad of chaos
high on sadness the eyes droop
some sort of animal-human cross
meshed in this never-ending lump of goop
philosophic gamma rays pierce the x-ray
visions pass—the eyes dull gray
disheartened generations gaze in a lightening phase
struck eternally in this world of a maze
fashion me on high
and I swear I will end up down below
where the moon-struck sun beats down and says goodbye
to the smile of our darkest foe
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
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