Slowly he opened the door to my room
Sitting in the middle of it
Through endless amounts of chains
And papers strewn about
I sat pondering the meaning of life.
He told me to pick up the papers
That he would tend to the chains
And I believed him.
He didn’t ask where I came from
Or why there were chains all over
He simply cleaned them up
Then they were discarded.
He sat in the middle of the room with me
As I explained to him what each and every piece of paper was
What it meant to me,
And ultimately, what the cost was.
He asked if I had been outside
I told him there were too many dangers out there
It was much safer for me to remain here!
He whispered as he got up and took my hand.
A flagrant undertaking of the utmost importance
Took me a little aback from the task.
What was at hand was me in the middle
And questions, I did not ask.
Barriers, and there were plenty
Seemed ready for me to fight.
Most people like to do that in the light of day
But I much prefer the night.
Crying tears over what was lost
In an angry and disturbing dream.
I cast out thoughts in aftermath
So nobody can hear me scream.
What was once tucked far away
That I thought nobody could see
There wasn’t anyone smart enough
But then, don’t ever misjudge me.
I handed it out so eagerly
To one I knew was true
Hearts not tucked so far away
It was always within you.
I asked for a day to think about it
Instead he gave me four.
I told him I felt terribly alone
He said “you’re not… Anymore.”