yyyesiam2
02-22-2008, 12:01 AM
He thought he had it figured out.
Nothing more to try for, strive for.
Yet he would still sit and pout,
When he saw a door to a higher floor.
His thoughts took him so far
And others had let him down so.
He made and forgot guards,
Keepers of the keys to his soul.
The keepers soon took control,
Needed more room,
And dug out a hole,
Then another and soon-
He was trapped,
By monsters he'd made
And they sapped him,
Caused his vision to fade.
He only saw what they showed him:
That's a friend, that's not.
He did things that hurt him,
No matter how hard he fought.
But he was still there
And this he couldn't bare.
He began to make changes, slowly,
While being cut by these unholy
Keepers of keys,
Demons of chatter.
Obsessive pleas
Never mattered, to them,
Because they were he.
Pleading with himself,
He made them be.
Light seeped in, now and then.
Lines disappeared and he was him.
They always came back,
But he never forgot.
What it was like to be whole,
Without thought,
At peace, with no need,
To move from that spot.
He sought (with these thoughts)
How to be thoughtless,
Found paradox blocks
And made some progress.
His thoughts fought back,
They began to preach,
To him and anyone else
They could reach.
His progress ceased
And he didn't know.
He oraganized crease after crease
In thought, put on a great show.
One day, there came this beautiful girl.
She bought a ticket at her own risk.
Wonderful things began to unfurl,
But he stuck to the usual, obsessive thought list.
This girl was too good,
It had to be a lie.
There's no way he could
Trust her, he thought with a sigh.
But he had yet to see why.
So his thoughts sought
Against his will as he cried:
Why? Why? Why?
He hurt her, again and again,
But he loved her so much.
She was wiser than he
And knew she could do nothing,
But leave him alone,
With his self-made suffering.
His thoughts cursed her;
He fought them further.
He knew she was right,
But they wouldn't go down without a fight.
The pain finally peaked,
But it was followed by calm.
She had given him
What he'd sought all along.
And all that was left,
Was love, everlasting.
Nothing more to try for, strive for.
Yet he would still sit and pout,
When he saw a door to a higher floor.
His thoughts took him so far
And others had let him down so.
He made and forgot guards,
Keepers of the keys to his soul.
The keepers soon took control,
Needed more room,
And dug out a hole,
Then another and soon-
He was trapped,
By monsters he'd made
And they sapped him,
Caused his vision to fade.
He only saw what they showed him:
That's a friend, that's not.
He did things that hurt him,
No matter how hard he fought.
But he was still there
And this he couldn't bare.
He began to make changes, slowly,
While being cut by these unholy
Keepers of keys,
Demons of chatter.
Obsessive pleas
Never mattered, to them,
Because they were he.
Pleading with himself,
He made them be.
Light seeped in, now and then.
Lines disappeared and he was him.
They always came back,
But he never forgot.
What it was like to be whole,
Without thought,
At peace, with no need,
To move from that spot.
He sought (with these thoughts)
How to be thoughtless,
Found paradox blocks
And made some progress.
His thoughts fought back,
They began to preach,
To him and anyone else
They could reach.
His progress ceased
And he didn't know.
He oraganized crease after crease
In thought, put on a great show.
One day, there came this beautiful girl.
She bought a ticket at her own risk.
Wonderful things began to unfurl,
But he stuck to the usual, obsessive thought list.
This girl was too good,
It had to be a lie.
There's no way he could
Trust her, he thought with a sigh.
But he had yet to see why.
So his thoughts sought
Against his will as he cried:
Why? Why? Why?
He hurt her, again and again,
But he loved her so much.
She was wiser than he
And knew she could do nothing,
But leave him alone,
With his self-made suffering.
His thoughts cursed her;
He fought them further.
He knew she was right,
But they wouldn't go down without a fight.
The pain finally peaked,
But it was followed by calm.
She had given him
What he'd sought all along.
And all that was left,
Was love, everlasting.