Twentyone -

a pine-tree a west-wind

you curl up the plot is twisting

a headache a heartburn

all because you couldn’t sleep in

well nothing’s changed

and everything stays the same

and everyone is talking

when no one’s got something to say

you wrote it down

but you burned the notes

the story no one should ever read

a cracked spine a scarred face

just a metaphor you have misplaced

a spring creek a mine field

the footsteps you’re retracing

but they mislead

and now you’re on your own

in a maze that

no one ever solved

when it felt to be alive

you stopped the moment that revived

all the memories you had

and your regrets

when it felt so right

but so wrong at the same time

blindfolded

all alone

in a maze

no one will solve