Unanswered questions
leave unopened doors to
the unawakened part of my psyche, I run
to find a key and run
to find missing pieces of the puzzle to
open this part of my mind. I run
in circles until I find myself
alone
in a room where I hear voices
that aren't mine.
I can't find the door out and
I've lost all hope of ever finding me.
Guess I'll go hang out with Jim Carey and their Irene.
