O! The sky is studded during the day,
And, at night, a fiery red ball glows,
And I draw energy for my vain assay,
The passing of beings- and the wind blows.
The mist in the air blinds me, my sight.
A life constructed on dreams and illusions,
The fire subsides and there’s the fading of light,
Yet, I see my actions’ divisions.
I wake up from my stupor,
And who should wake me up,
But the two passing beings,
Their presence overwhelming,
Their presence daunting,
Their presence intimidating,
And a weird look- a queer look.
They put forth three questions,
And I answer them; and for each
The answer is expected.
I feel an unbearable lightness
The past flows in, like a fog,
Where water meets land.
Each time I look at the jigsaw,
Another piece is lost.
I scratch at the surface,
And the ground breaks away,
And here I am, stuck in my well,
All around me walls, and nowhere to go.
The light seeps in, through the cracks,
I stare at the mosaic, which it makes on the floor.
The walls start to close in,
And I’m stuck in this hole.
I can’t help but question: Is this my fate?
With no arms to climb out,
It feels terrible, to be stuck
In the shadows of doubt.