I dreamed dream in which I said my final goodbye
now my heart does not feel the need to cry.
The shackles that kept me bound are broken,
bloody from where they cut me deep
I’m free as any creature can be,
free to sing in the dead of night.
Ignoring the invisible puppet strings
that urge me to take the android’s vow
promising to follow the 1’s and 0’s that predict our lives.
We come to realize that there were never two roads diverge in a yellow wood
only two roads that lead to same end.
You take a few steps forward toward the worn and rugged path
hoping that you can travel it differently.
The journey into the unknown.
Each step you take becomes more hesitant
wishing you could return to where life was certain.
Back to the known and her safe and comforting arms.
We are left with nothing but our memories.
They haunt us with the past, taunting us to return.
Telling ourselves a story of the past.
We revel in these illusions of the mind.
Held prisoner by our thoughts.
Our mind is a prison from which we cannot escape.
The memories, faithful and loyal, are always there,
eager to present itself at the slightest touch.
Waiting like a loaded gun ready to fire with just the faint touch of the trigger.
Memories linked together, like the minute intricacies of a spider’s web.
We are reminded the of good
but are held captive by heartache
unable to break this unfortunate bond to set them free.
We regret reminiscing in our memories
and choose to exist in the now rather than enduring the pain of the past.
It taints our memories reminding us why we took the first step toward the unknown.