chinks of light that open in the midnight of sorrows
and tomorrow's just another way to get lost,

'follow your heart', they say
and that's just another way
to get lost.

under my flat cap is a route map where
X marks a spot
and it appears that X is not here,

but I've been a desert, an ocean,
emotion and motion where motion
evokes memories and memories
of midnight come flooding back
through me.

It becomes quiet at times and what
becomes clear
is what was written between
the chimes of now and then

I am
deciphering clues designed to confuse
to lead me astray and I find
another way to get lost.

Bombarded by light waves
I break out of the prism and
into the day
already knowing the way
having been lost
before.