Impressionable Experiences

Seeking The Inner Spirit

"Adolescent Regression"

2004

I've lost myself somewhere along the way,

Most certainly over the years and not the days

Two maybe three is the ideal place

For my heart can no more display.

My dreams no longer talk to me,

The guides have seemingly abandoned thee,

For I know it is that I hear nor see,

Their blame must be placed upon only me.

I am most definitely at fault,

A reckless loss of keys to the vault,

Past emotional injuries are the insult,

I must throw this crutch to the mulch.

Searching for sanity in a tragic loss,

Desperate only to find the cause,

In the task of unwrapping my gauze,

I long to pick up where I've left off.