The Game
Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2005 1:51 am
The numbness fades and with it takes
a cold and hollow heart
There is no need to live the past
I look for a new start.
Before me stands a monolith
A slab of pitted stone
I reach to touch its surface
And find myself alone.
An ancient tree of twisted bark
Appears and beckons me
To walk inside its wooded trunk
And learn its mystery.
Of knowledge one can only taste
The fruit that has been eaten
The path that one must follow
Must first be calmly beaten.
With wisdom and with sacrifice
With patience and with care
I listen to the ancient tree
And lay my soul to bare.
Who was I when I first was born
and what did I become?
Are these just trinkets to be worn
Or the factors of a sum?
There are no answers to be had
The quest is just a game
To finding that which hides behind
A body and a name.
a cold and hollow heart
There is no need to live the past
I look for a new start.
Before me stands a monolith
A slab of pitted stone
I reach to touch its surface
And find myself alone.
An ancient tree of twisted bark
Appears and beckons me
To walk inside its wooded trunk
And learn its mystery.
Of knowledge one can only taste
The fruit that has been eaten
The path that one must follow
Must first be calmly beaten.
With wisdom and with sacrifice
With patience and with care
I listen to the ancient tree
And lay my soul to bare.
Who was I when I first was born
and what did I become?
Are these just trinkets to be worn
Or the factors of a sum?
There are no answers to be had
The quest is just a game
To finding that which hides behind
A body and a name.
