Lost Little Boy

Looking through a forgotten mirror
Cloudy from the dust of time
I see images of someone else's life unfolding
even though I know the life is mine

It’s like watching a bad movie
one I’ve seen many times before

The events and dialogue are all familiar
but none of it seems real anymore

If it really happened
then I guess
I was one...
Sad and lost little boy

Because I rarely catch
a glimpse of anything even remotely approaching
a sense of happiness or joy

Maybe it’s best if it’s all just forgotten
left to swirl within the cobwebs of my mind

But the boy cries out to the man
he wants the truth
finally to be told

And the man tries
to quiet
what he feels are demons
feeding on his soul

Surely these can not be
but the reflections and traumas
of himself as a sad and lost little boy

The pain becomes a poison
that swims within his mind
the little boy is captured in a dungeon
and running out of time

The man spends his life ignoring
the boy’s desperate pleads
He wants the boy
to be lost and gone forever

He wants to kill
what’s left of me

I scream out from inside
some buried tomb
“Please can’t you understand
that this boy is you?
And you’re causing your own death
by ignoring what I‘ve seen”

The man...
would rather die
then to admit he’s still
just this lost little boy

So, what the boy has seen
the man has simply refused to believe