I invited you
out of your usual space,
out into a wider world.
Watching you
there,
was becoming tedious,
and tiresome.
All alone,
and never heard me whisper
into your ear,
my hand on your shoulder.
I couldn’t steer you,
any more than move a mountain.
All I could do is hope
you mistook my voice
for your own.
Not such a big stretch,
I guess.
You’re all so easily deceived;
I thought if I could just
persuade you
to persuade yourself,
then you might hear me.
There is a world out there,
greater than what you know,
more than could fit
between your two ears.
More than I could ever show.
What can I do to convince you
that you were made for more?
That you’ve been duped,
you’ve been tricked
into living an illusion,
instead of who you are.
I sense that you see
is isn’t all alright;
cracks show in the facade.
So often you ignore
the truth of every flaw.
One day you’ll hear me,
and you’ll know what I mean.
Everybody has a last day,
one last play
to make in the game.
One day you’ll be standing there,
at the edge of all you know,
with only the dark ahead
and the light below.
You’re going to be afraid,
you’re going to want to stop;
that’s where I come in
and push you off,
into the truth again.
HG – 2020
