Everyone loses their way Lost in their chasmic minds Lost in their bismol worlds Lost in their abysmal emotions Some find a light to guide their way A melody; a sign; a feeling Others search for a distraction Someway to forget the failure and lose the guilt But for me, Hermes guides my path Like a soul into Hades, He always brings me home Back from my friendly worm named Loneliness Back from my terrible sense of direction Back from my endless attempts at self sabotage He makes me see the truth; the reality; the destination
Everyone is all so full of deceit and corruption Pleasing themselves by pleasing others Becoming someone else to be above all others Blinded by envy and seething with a jealous rage They hold out their open hands to me But he whispers in my ear "It's all a lie" And I keep my hand down by my side And watch as they go to the next person Holding their hands out just the same And chaining the gullible fools with honeyed words and empty promises Binding to them now like a contract over their souls Enslaved to the whims of the corrupt
He has me dream of lands across the sea Speaking a tongue that is not mother to me I fall in love with these foreign things The sights he sends me, the sounds, the smells All the excitement of leaving to somewhere new With no fear of the unknown, trusting only In the path on which he guides me I see it now, so far away I reach my hand out and I feel it on my fingertips I close my eyes and the words slip into my mind With every phrase I learn, the freer I become And I walk his path with knowledge I am safe
In meditation he guides me On a starlit beach I find myself sinking my feet into the sand Swiftly he approaches with a grin He holds his hand out to me and I feel at ease No strings or "you-owe-me's" await And with winged feet he sends me back Gently placing me in my body And I awaken safe and sound
The worm part is a knock at my first poem The worm named Loneliness