| Written: APR 22, 2001 |
Alone I gaze at the wall of the cave.
Intimately drawn to the shades, much like me.
Seeing them as if for the first time, dancing the rave.
With me, yet so far away, for I cannot touch only see.
The cave was all I have known,
Yet now the passage is open wide;
Shall I venture forth to find the puppets shown,
Or mayhap I can stay here and in the images hide.
Surely I can live out thy days in solitude.
The shades keep me company with their dark regrets.
They mock and tease, I can bear it with fortitude.
Unreal others would claim, if there were other puppets.
Do I lock myself away all alone in the cavern,
Even though I known the outside world cause the visions;
Does the puppet master dance the shadows across the cavern,
Or am I dreaming it, or perhaps I cause the visions.
Am I the puppet master, allowing the falsities to dance.
Showing myself the wrongs of my self-imprisonment.
Hiding in the cave as the master’s shadows mock with dance.
Perhaps it is with nothing that I am better off in imprisonment…
