7.24.10
Crawl into my brain again,
Searching for the books I've lost.
Books I own, but never wrote,
Books I treasure at all cost.
Cob webs strung from side to side,
Proof that Silence owns the space.
Eclectic decor has changed so much
Since I last was within this space.
Rhyme and Reason long have left,
Abandoning me to find my way.
Lost among my genius and fears,
I breathe in deep and resort to pray.
Once I had a map I'd drawn
To navigate these catacombs.
Slowly, rotting pieces of
The organisms that I've owned.
Once I could run down these halls,
Grabbing pieces endlessly,
Forming truths as I continued
Storing more, relentlessly.
Am I to forget these days?
Should I leave and move away?
Is it time to let it go?
Have I finally reached that day?
If I board the entrance to
These caves I've treasured since my birth,
Will I give up all I know,
And lose the pieces of my worth?
I don't know what I should do,
Drowning, needing just to breathe.
I can't find which way is up,
Which will leave me lost at sea.
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