mYin

In this strange garden
Searching for what I’m unaware
Mystified by all these corners
Blocked by all these dead end fears
It’s in this little garden
Down a certain slippery slope
That I’m found tied
Upon dead end
And delusion
By a thread like piece of rope

I’m not sure if I should be sad
Not knowing what’s real
Or really there
I find a piece missing
It fell free
And landed on the thoroughfare

I start to feel my fingers going cold
I start to struggle
I twist wildly and writhe
I pull at this loop with everything ive got
Almost up and over
I slip
Swaying back and forth
Forever with the tide