"Prince Aaron II"
The water has a life it's own. It becomes a river, which I am swept
away in. No use trying for the banks, cause that's where all humanity
huddles in quiet and not so quiet desperation. Drowning one another
trying to get out of the river looking for safety. An illusion, as if
the river would never overflow the banks. Silly fools, yet I ponder
that possibility. I don't know where I am or where I am going. The
water holds me up if I go with it, if not, then I become tired. I
think I know what my outcome will be.
We are going some place because the river flows to that place,
somewhere. This river is warm, and I cry like a baby. Wanting to
empty the fathoms of my pain, wanting something that gnaws at my
sanity incessantly. I try to quiet this wanting, but it has a life
all it's own. I don't have the ability to stop this than I do the
dreams that drench my being, rattling the bones and iron bars in this
cagey world. All I have been up to this moment, has been one big
figment of humanities imagined fears. How quaint. Makes me want to puke.
The river cleanses the slime from my mouth. Stories told and
untold wrap around me in the waters. Churning up a frenzy that
reminds me of piranha and I panic. But, it's not me they are after,
it's the stories. I think back to all those moments of knowledge,
ideas, dreams, and it is puzzling to wonder where this is leading.
Could I know and not need to know. Would it matter? Am I only one,
only a mirror. Here I go again...
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I have gone over the wall
I've been looking in the mirror
Now it's on the other side
Fleeting images gone from its face
Reminds me of the human race
The questions I asked of it were answered in riddles
Here I stand true to nature
Standing naked like a tree
Shed your coat from your limbs
Grown in Spring and Summer
Does Fall to Winters ground
Where do I go from here?
One door leads only to another
Am I free to come and go as I please?
Like ice cream, pick a flavor for your Savior
Which one shall I have today?
Enjoy the moment but don't you stay
Relish in the whirlwind of cosmic adventure
Be the fool or the King or anything in between
Step right up, pick your reality, really be real
So, what is that, a figment of my imagination?
Where I imagine some assumption, what an ass
What does it all mean?
Dreams drift and shift, a gift to tell
Illusions or real, hard to tell
Here one minute, gone the next
Dream or reality, read the text
Am I about to wake in those moments
Or is it the winds of change, fate blowing me
Along the river of life
Sherman R. Buck
October 26, 1995
(Inspired by Aaron R.)