Indigo

This maze is full of surprises

Each time I set foot in it…

On its walls, it disguises

A map that talks to me…

This map tells me where I began

And tells me how I came upon this post

It tells me of that careless journey

Which promised me the world and more…

Oh, and doesn’t shy away from telling

All of which I avoid or abhor…

How in the abhorrence lies, I discover,

My quest for something that I loved…

How in the avoidance lies, I nod,

My quest for all that I desired and believed…

This map on the wall lies, I say

This map on the wall cries, I hear,

It lies of my follies, of my conjecture

Of my nightmares and of those abuses….

It cries of my blunders, my naivety,

The disillusions and the bruises…