At the risk of being

a one trick pony

a broken record

an Echo scorned by Narcissus

once again I crash and burn

not quite dead, not quite alive

waiting

knowing

afraid

 

Some questions should never be asked

Foreshadowing of the answer

should be warning enough

Don’t go there today

Is ignorance truly bliss?

 

Headstrong, impatient, no heed

to painful repercussions made

inevitable by circumstance.

Focused on finding truth

instead risking loss of all

 

Oh if you only knew

how the fulcrum shifts slightly

to confuse balance and order

While confounding myself with my lies

I try too hard to please

 

I will play your marionette.

Give me words to speak.

Tell me what is written in

the next chapter of our book

before its time has vanished.