The familiar unfamiliar,
she washes thought away.
Rational never helps you,
when she's tapping with her cane.
echos through a tunnel,
Or maybe many rabbit holes,
she never speaks a word to me,
so I guess you'll never know.
long and silky locks,
whiping back by ghostly wind.
her hair is futures blindfold,
leading darkness is her sin.
she is meant to darken paths,
To throw us off when we are low.
she's meant to do the things,
other things could never even know.
without her we may stay here,
in this dark and mindless place.
but instead I chose to frighten her,
with a light upon my face.
the unfamiliar that comes and goes,
as much as she may try,
could never let me lose myself,
a sight that stays without my eyes.
as long as I am breathing,
I fight to see a day,
one where I might know familiar,