The Mural is the Moral of the Story

Vaguest of sentiments leave you crying:
Adjusting to new understandings of Why.
Trying to take your self there is beyond ability,
But you wouldn’t mind dying, sometimes.

Discrimination seeps slowly into focus
Sympathy becoming empathy, quickly.
A body is only a body, in reality.
Though mentally, it’s all they needed.

Undervalued and displaced, you chase
A cardboard horizon and painted sails.
Every way is west, visually empty space.
Every trace of north erased by the spinning.

He never asked for the soul you gave him:
Only to save you from your lifeless dragons.
Knowing life without them, now you crave it;
Understanding that their lives will cost yours.

Days fade together, all the same.
He’s still chasing sunsets and serpents.
Beauty and truth, once awakened,
Resent their prisons and his cardboard kiss.

Far away, lives still bound so tightly to yours,
Ten hurts transform ten days into ten deaths.
You stare so hard that all you see is red.
Ten thousand emotions, and all you feel is nothing.

Cunning rabbit asked right questions in right tones
Sunlight led you and shadows took him.
Signpost stares west in every direction you are
Starting to see a pattern with princes and rabbits.

The far-away rabbit came closest to your skin.
Puppet strings, all you have to hold up ideals,
Break as you spin in the heat of a moment.
That freedom is only another cage.

North, an illusive illusion, whispers so softly.
Alluding to truth behind principled smokescreens.
What will you believe? Where will you go?
Experience sets a new stage; sun sets in every direction.

Ahead, rain pours down invitation to drown in a kiss.
Behind you vultures watch: drop from ten to five.
Right is blind, but he calls you beautiful.
And the mirror that terrifies you is all that’s Left.

You still crave the air that lets you believe,
Even more you fear hope, and shy away from faith.
Lost heart, goodness is either coincidence or mythology.
Life is pain and rejection and misunderstanding.