I'll rewind the clock and swear on a life long lost.
Some days all I feel like is a vessel,
A decrepit theaterhouse, running memories.

Staring out with blank eyes at the ceiling.

Finding myself only to lose myself the next day;
Force-fed a shadow from a wall
From in my dreams. I am not this cryptic skin,

I am not who I was, and that is a blessing

I should have accepted and embraced long ago,
I am not a part of the puzzle because the puzzle

                                                         ­        was a myth in the first place.

That day you left puzzles unsolved,
No one to tell me where to go.
Still wondering
What they really mean
Riddles with no solutions
Mysteries you kept, forever a cold case,
Questions which have no answer.

For the sake of a stunt
For the stake of a thrill
Every single time I decipher
A metaphor or a puzzle
From way above the clouds
I rush a kamikaze rhyme
Into the open void
Near fatal crash
As if it were a drogue parachute...

lurking over us
a mystery a puzzle
an eye that sees all