Vision is blurred,
as I think of these old times.
Tears, beating and shoving
at the backs of my eyes,
fighting to be free.
I close my eyes to bar up the gates.
If I let them go, they'll never stop running.
It took me half an hour to put on this face,
and I don't want to do it again.
forces me FARTHER and FARTHER in.
I hate this cave. HATE it,HATE it, HATE it!
This gray tunnel with images randomly
slapped on the walls.
The happy times are at the front,
getting worse as you get deeper in.
But I can't stop walking.
These black and white pictures
are sucking me in.
And I can't tear myself away.
Finally, I reach the back wall.
It's where my worst secret is kept.
Folded into a billion little pieces,
in the glinting silver box
to which only I have the key.
Trip on a ple of junk.
I'm somersaulting out of this place,
stumbling over myself.
This light is blinding.
But I like it.