Take a Ride With Me

If I could let you inside my mind,

I wonder what the takeaway might be,

the angst, the buried treasure of resentment,

or if we walked a little further could you discover,

the source to my resentments.

Oh, don’t worry yourself too far along that

crumbling road of indecision and fabricated concrete,

the kind that stays forever, always looking

in need of repair.

Somewhere inside, deep inside, I know

you might find happiness, that peace of mind

we read about in people’s self-proclaimed,

epiphany.

Just tonight, I felt one coming,

walking in the bitter cold air,

I could feel my entire body,

like I was alive slowly being chilled …

for whose benefit I wonder,

I’m curious if the ride inside would reveal

a center point

a light at the end of a synapse, perhaps.

I’m afraid to let you inside,

because the fog might bury any notion

of you finding my understanding,

I’m afraid that is tucked away so far

inside my existence

that even my soul is troubled by discovery.

Take a ride with me,

it might be fun, you’ll see.

Watch your step.