Dark Muse
03-29-2010, 08:43 PM
Invisible Bird
Sometimes I like to disappear
for just a moment or two,
simply vanish away
into another place,
somewhere far away
from here.
It is easy for me to do,
to slip right out
of this reality
and waken
somewhere new
where everything smells
fresh and there is no
trace of that bitter taste.
But you disprove of me
when I do this,
I can see it by that look
in your eyes,
your smugness that you hide behind,
if only you knew how much
alike we were,
if only you could recognize
the masks you dawn.
It is lost upon you,
and you are left
thinking you know what is right,
that I am something broken
and you will fix me,
you deny me my
fantasies of whim
to fly on up
and perhaps
never to drift back down again.
You force me to swallow
your pills, that will like
Alice, distort my views,
and mold me to see your
perceptions and embrace
the need to accept this world
the way it is.
But I shudder at such
limitations,
I believe instead
I should recreate the world
as many times as I choose
and live there among my
patchwork quilt of reality.
This room you keep me in,
locked away from that world
you seem to desire so much
to thrust me into,
is like my open canvas,
upon its white walls
I can superimpose
any color I want,
I can project my visions
as they play upon the back
of my eyelids.
I am not here
where you wish to keep me,
I come and go as I please,
I do not need a key,
none of your restraints will hold me,
and someday I promise
I will float right up
and never look back,
someday I will leave this all behind
not even your drugs can stop me then.
It is you who are the prisoner here,
walking these gloom filled halls,
you know in your heart
it is you they are all laughing at,
but me
I am she shadow of a bird
you cannot see my wings
and no cage can hold me.
Sometimes I like to disappear
for just a moment or two,
simply vanish away
into another place,
somewhere far away
from here.
It is easy for me to do,
to slip right out
of this reality
and waken
somewhere new
where everything smells
fresh and there is no
trace of that bitter taste.
But you disprove of me
when I do this,
I can see it by that look
in your eyes,
your smugness that you hide behind,
if only you knew how much
alike we were,
if only you could recognize
the masks you dawn.
It is lost upon you,
and you are left
thinking you know what is right,
that I am something broken
and you will fix me,
you deny me my
fantasies of whim
to fly on up
and perhaps
never to drift back down again.
You force me to swallow
your pills, that will like
Alice, distort my views,
and mold me to see your
perceptions and embrace
the need to accept this world
the way it is.
But I shudder at such
limitations,
I believe instead
I should recreate the world
as many times as I choose
and live there among my
patchwork quilt of reality.
This room you keep me in,
locked away from that world
you seem to desire so much
to thrust me into,
is like my open canvas,
upon its white walls
I can superimpose
any color I want,
I can project my visions
as they play upon the back
of my eyelids.
I am not here
where you wish to keep me,
I come and go as I please,
I do not need a key,
none of your restraints will hold me,
and someday I promise
I will float right up
and never look back,
someday I will leave this all behind
not even your drugs can stop me then.
It is you who are the prisoner here,
walking these gloom filled halls,
you know in your heart
it is you they are all laughing at,
but me
I am she shadow of a bird
you cannot see my wings
and no cage can hold me.