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.