*Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyle and gimble in the wabe.
“Beware the jabberwock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch…”*
The twin scourges of solitude
Death comes upon closed hearts,
Nay… Cold Hearts would pray for death
Close cousin to the cold heart, the busy mind.
One rises with the other, in fact;
Both encage…
Both disconnect…
Both starve … of joy
Both take… the person…’s soul.
**I give up, I say
Love is not for me
I fall to me knee
Bow head in defeat**
*Why do I show my neck to my foe?
There is a better way, I do not know.*
I don’t know
I simply do not know
Everyone looks toward me
Expecting my advice
It’s not here
**I do not know the reason
For the changing of the tide
Nor changing of the season
Nor the…**
The answers
Are as hidden from me
As they are for the rest of you
So do not look at me
Turn and go
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
*Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyle and gimble in the wabe.
“Beware the jabberwock my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch…”*
The twin scourges of solitude
Death comes upon closed hearts,
Nay… Cold Hearts would pray for death
Close cousin to the cold heart, the busy mind.
One rises with the other, in fact;
Both encage…
Both disconnect…
Both starve … of joy
Both take… the person…’s soul.
**I give up, I say
Love is not for me
I fall to me knee
Bow head in defeat**
*Why do I show my neck to my foe?
There is a better way, I do not know.*
I don’t know
I simply do not know
Everyone looks toward me
Expecting my advice
It’s not here
**I do not know the reason
For the changing of the tide
Nor changing of the season
Nor the…**
The answers
Are as hidden from me
As they are for the rest of you
So do not look at me
Turn and go