I have been driven mad
Looking for the words
That will enevitably set me free
Then I thought of a thing that truly must be
The incantation to break the shackles
Was never owned by me
The secret in the poems
Is that the sacred words are another's
Puzzle boxes writing desperately
Searching high and low
For a solution to their mystery
Only to find the key is a lover
Of ancient words and rhythms
The passion for magic in writing
I know this because I found truth
Within the winding words of another.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I have been driven mad
Looking for the words
That will enevitably set me free
Then I thought of a thing that truly must be
The incantation to break the shackles
Was never owned by me
The secret in the poems
Is that the sacred words are another's
Puzzle boxes writing desperately
Searching high and low
For a solution to their mystery
Only to find the key is a lover
Of ancient words and rhythms
The passion for magic in writing
I know this because I found truth
Within the winding words of another.
