Lost
in the dark forest of flux
not knowing where to turn
unable to see what's in front of me
Hansel can see me
but chooses to toss bread crumbs
in the comfort of shadows
instead of saving me.
Unknowingly
he's led us to the Witch's Cottage
and we won't emerge the same
Forged in her crucible
we had no choice but to change
into the blindman and the trickster
Now we're burnt and tattered
singing the eerie hymn that becomes our story:
Silly circles 'round the mulberry bush
the blindman chased the trickster
the trickster pulled a nasty prank
Bang! goes the blindman.
Don't look me in the eye.
You may have led us there,
but I followed knowing where
we would end up.
My name is Gretel
and my Hansel has lost himself
in a dark forest of flux.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
Lost
in the dark forest of flux
not knowing where to turn
unable to see what's in front of me
Hansel can see me
but chooses to toss bread crumbs
in the comfort of shadows
instead of saving me.
Unknowingly
he's led us to the Witch's Cottage
and we won't emerge the same
Forged in her crucible
we had no choice but to change
into the blindman and the trickster
Now we're burnt and tattered
singing the eerie hymn that becomes our story:
Silly circles 'round the mulberry bush
the blindman chased the trickster
the trickster pulled a nasty prank
Bang! goes the blindman.
Don't look me in the eye.
You may have led us there,
but I followed knowing where
we would end up.
My name is Gretel
and my Hansel has lost himself
in a dark forest of flux.
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