What if I’m the spectre of something rare?
A soul that manipulates as easily as it stumble
Gaslighting everyone into seeing what isn’t there
Perhaps I’ve become a magician
Keeping you entertained long enough
Until my tricks get revealed
Because it’s always one step forward
Only to fall back at the starting point
The blurred lines morphs into shapes I can no longer recognize
Signs on illusionary paths I’ve tried to walk on
Just to go down the rabbit hole
And if it were someone else
I would scream at your face
Push you
Demand for answers
But it’s you
And I’m stuck waiting in a torturous limbo
A new circle of the Purgatory just for me
Dante and Virgil may head to paradise
But I’ll linger for a while
If I disappear like smoke
Would you even notice?
Or would you breathe me in
Keeping me close enough to feel me tremble?
Perhaps you’ll find me one day
Only to decide to let me go again