Inspired by a few different things...which I tried to wrap all together. It makes no sense, I'm sorry.
How can you presume to
know my mind?
A certain unknown country
to which I have no
map.
Do you really understand?
It's like a mockery of my
own inability to
light this cavelike darkness.
Where does it lead, the
dancing flame
of your lantern?
I followed it blindly for
a while,
glad only for something
to follow.
But it seems like a will
o' wisp, leading
unwary travelers
astray.
Where am I now? Lost
again, in the sickly
swamp of my
own self-doubt
and anxiety.
What would you call love?
How can the ethereal be
defined?
Is it why we do these things
that
we can't quite understand?
Who should you exalt --
your
lover or yourself?
Whose
happiness
is your goal?
How do you define it?
What is friendship? Only
a
different kind of
love, maybe stronger.
Friends keep strength and
support us when we
slip and fall
into
the mire of mind and memory.
They withstand any storm
of
confused emotion
and stand by, waiting
for a
chance to give their help.
Love indeed, by any definition.
But where am I now, having
stepped off of any
known road and
into
this wilderness?
Lost again, lost blindly,
and
who shall find me
now?