unsure pupils, just barely released
from the dreaming den
struggle to shift from slumber to selection.
Is today the day that I reignite the
pinnacle promise of my best self?
there’s only one way to find out.
so i sleepily play pied piper on my heart flute
until all the varied shadows of me
stream + cavort out of
my soul wardrobe, displaying
crimson tees tinted with rage,
mellow yellow skirts of perception,
+ brocade jackets of brooding.
a many-hued parade of potential psyches
made possible by humanity’s
grasping gamble hope
that the perfect guess
our kismet kissed roulette ball
into the right notch
+ unveil life’s secrets
hidden away like nuts
in almost-forgotten holes.
choices, neuroses + morals
jostle for elbow room in their bone cage,
overloud so-called spectators
for the daily freudian perp walk
of the shaded spaces
between the lines.
will you unlock