The Great Puzzle of Alice

Breathless,
Ive balanced on the tip of this needle for long enough.
Catalyst puppet strings wound their fingers.

"It's time for a change..."
"Who do you think your fooling?"

My heart is far from content,
Asleep underneath six feet of broken earth.
Kept comatose, I feel it all like miles away.
Realities gentlest purr whispers sweeter.

"It's time to wake up..."
"No one is buying it."

The scars fade and their purpose is forgotten.
An emptiness to be ignored by default.
But you can't last forever on self-will alone.
Let yourself be brought down so you can finally look up again.

"If it stings that only means it's working."

"I know you'r confused but you'll thank me when your eyes, at last, are clear."

But oh Mother, I've come to love the dust they've collected.

*Copyright (c) 2008, B. Lucas