Walking around in circles
In my head. I know this is a trick
Or some spider’s web of lies.
I am alone. The world reduced
To what I see ahead, eyes locked forward
And must not look behind,
Yet I turn around and around
In my head. What if she is there,
No trick or cheap deception,
But truly there, and we will soon be free?
Behind me nothing and no one.
I am alone and all against me:
My own two legs, screaming and sore;
My lyre betrayed me, making the dead weep
And setting me on this forced march;
My love turned to doubt;
The pitiless gods themselves.
I break myself of doubt
And turn around.
For an instant
Her shocked eyes and plaintive voice
Whisper to me under the cold stars
Before she melts down and away.
I can see my path was straight
Though my way was twisted.
Behind me nothing and no one
And no future either, only the past
Over and over again in my head
As I continue walking forever,
Walking around in circles.