We stand captured, us who would be free.
Our cages flashy, our wings null-ugly.
Blue skies lie forgotten,
Dreams on the wrong side of ordinary.
We the full-stops to ourselves,
Our words and thoughts and selves,
Flimsy, itsy-bitsy like,
Moving between tiny heavens and hells.
How naked, how lonely, how scared.
And how about selfish, little and bare?
Hide, shrink, freeze, shut,
And above all else, do not try nor dare.
Hear me beg you as you beg me,
Let's fill each other momentarily,
Your alms into my palms,
Thank you and shut the door as you leave.
What wicked mystery, what dark guile
Returns to the face, it's been a while,
Help, memory holds no clues,
Is it ... no, it can't be but it is ... a smile.
The answer, the escape is presentness,
It is simply right-here-right-nowness,
That's easy, isn't it?
As easy as shooting a bat in the darkness.