They called from afar, “Hello! Over here!
My mind was in a daze, all in haze
Why couldn’t I see or hear?
My loins were burning all ablaze!
I was chained and clutching the anchor without sense!
Now, here is the strange part of my tale.
Did you know the devil, that I owe recompense?
The Dr.’s gave me sight, but it was he who set my sail.
It was he who wrote my fail. It was he who let me
Struggle and strive, dance and jive.
Others shooked and shaked me, but I needed a bee
That’s not afraid to finally sting, once out of the hive!
So God paired me with an opposite friendly foe.
Comfortable in the dark waters, he went forth
He dived in, and we went head to toe.
In the waters all sounds and sights muffled and morphed
This was Oz, and I wasn’t letting go
Each character played a part in my destructive soul
The chaos flooded in as I clenched the anchor
Wrestled and weary, we become too slow
My breath started to go, my mind was rancor
Then, with one last swoop, he gave all he could
He grabbed me by the neck and choked!
He lifted me up all in a haze, oh praise he who would!
My shadow was melted with light, reason has revoked.
The time has come for justice, forgiveness, and hope!
All who played their part, even without heart.
Virtue is more important than any vice
So now I think I’ll get on the boat and depart
So thank you one and all for forceful advice.
Achilles sulking in his tent, never leaving the gate,
That is never how honor is bought.
hearthless, stateless, and lawless is his fate.
How is virtue taught? It finally must be fought.
That’s how the rusty chains are broken!
But I owe it to you Diotima, my love’s seal
You lead me aloft, three times awoken, with beauty!
The Dr’s gave me knowledge, the Devil gave a deal
And then it was you who helped me feel.
We each have a labyrinth life provides
To the devil, I would like to say, thank you
The trouble is the ebb and flo of the tides.
Me turning blue while choking on the digital milieu.
If you need help in turn, I will give it.
You lost all hope in humanity, odd friend,
I hope we can find a way to mend and render fit.
We are all connected, let me not pretend;
Without you, I wouldn’t have been ready, willing, and able.
Can I help you find that lost golden cord?
Consider yourself gallant Theseus in old fable.
The Minotaur lurks within your mind, too much adored.
What will it take to slay such a venomous slake?
There must be a way to search and find.
But is there a way I can gently partake, sweet snowflake?
What’s your Faustian bargain, which meets the precipice, in mind?