Where Her Passion Lies

She wore herself down until
she was almost invisible
and every time you blinked
you had to go find her again

She was like a wide spread pool
over every temperament and idea
and each time you thought you were
prying deeper you felt this rush of adrenaline
and out of the anticipation
you dove in head first
soon aware of the danger of the shallowness
that was just beneath
your plunging head
so you clenched your eyes
and embraced for contact
to another dead end.

and you woke up to find yourself
floating in undiscovered and unexplored places
of she who you thought brought clarity

and now you’re addicted to this puzzle
who is the most distorted of masterpieces
you think you can try to solve
but once you latch two pieces together
and they seem to envelop and encompass one another
you try to expedite your venture
the same speed that she’s changing
the course of the game.
and when one piece holds
one lets go, and it will never be apt again.

So you wade in the shallow pools of her thoughts
looking over the broad scape of allusion and reflection
not knowing where to start
and losing hope that there might be
one pool deeper than what you’ve discovered before

you spend your nights staring blankly
at the unseeable abyss of her mind
daydreaming of begging for breath
because you finally could descend farther
than your lungs can hold oxygen

Daydreaming that maybe drowning is worth the risk
of possibly discovering where her passion is
and the reason of why its sunk so far
and the monster that bounds and anchors it
more frightening than she cares to admit.