RUMInations of Transformation

RUMInations Lost

Directions! Who needs them.
Just follow the guy out front
fall back ten yards and punt
when in doubt go south or turn right on red and coast don't stop.

So, now I’m lost in the woods.
I trusted the forest but forgot the brambles and bush,
and the pretty rose that grows with a smile and a thorn
and a rush to the clearing out of my one last hope.

Sharp and edgy was not what I expected.
The will to power was not the heroic suffering
but a dull weary pain in the end
when you awaken alone and know you always have been.

Come. Let’s play a different game apart from blame
where the rules are always the same as the name of the Beloved.