Twentyone

a pine-tree a west-wind
you curl up the plot is twisting
a headache a heartburn
all because you couldn’t sleep in
well nothing’s changed
and everything stays the same
and everyone is talking
when no one’s got something to say
you wrote it down
but you burned the notes
the story no one should ever read
a cracked spine a scarred face
just a metaphor you have misplaced
a spring creek a mine field
the footsteps you’re retracing
but they mislead
and now you’re on your own
in a maze that
no one ever solved
when it felt to be alive
you stopped the moment that revived
all the memories you had
and your regrets
when it felt so right
but so wrong at the same time
blindfolded
all alone
in a maze
no one will solve