Fortune smiles only when she knows something
You don't; be it a snippet from the future or
An answer from the past or even just
A glimpse behind some curtain that you've never been
Able to shift.
We toss up walls everywhere
And we paint the insides so that they look
As different from the real world as possible.
We devote our time and energy to restoring
And prolonging life, but
For what purpose?
Most of us have become so distanced from
Life that we don't even know
What it is that
We are grieving for.
Just like Alice, we flood our rooms with
So many tears that we are washed away,
Still crying miles away
Even though we can no longer see the sight
That first sprang tears to our eyes,
But it's already too late, and our beautiful castles
Are washed away
Along with the bodies that we so desperately
Starve and paint and scrutinize
Until the thing that is lost can no longer be missed.
It is just too far away.