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So long I sought the buried treasure,

so much for the search.

Why look for something which was only in my imagination?

Why bother?

Bird and cage fought before my eyes,

broken and twisted bars.

Metal bars

and an idea lingering in my brain cells

Or should I say further south?

Or higher?

Or never?

An opportunity, once missed, has never existed.

yet this treasure

Seemed more important than my own life.
Too large to miss,
too small to redeem.

Treasure found carved in stone

and in those images of old

which seem to prove a void theory

explaining this wasted youth,

this struggling depiction of life,

this rotten body,

this languishing mind,

this dark desire,

this obsession.

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Sinking because you’re feeling rebellious,

swimming because you are told to.

Visage alienated from outside world

as if the outside world cared.

Relentless and cruel

is the cloud above your head

reminding you of your misery.

Blue hair

against a backdrop of insincerity

and cheating

and a crime yet to happen.

Stars.

They say you are not mine

and I should be walking out as I speak your name

twenty thousand times.

Sounds.

They bring out the worst in you

And you entrust them with steering you away

from this inevitable feeling,

from this stark reality.