Hands hold Stick
Blindfold on eyes
A Game to Seek
The paper beast
Stuffed White, Blue, Pink
With hidden treats
A voice speaks:
"Be smart, turn to your right."
Am I smart? To the right, I turn.
"Hit it."
Swing the stick with all my might.
Swoosh! No hit.
An idiot,
Am I?
A voice speaks:
"Turn Left, my Love"
Am I loved? I go to the left.
"Hit it."
Swing the stick with all my might.
Swoosh! No hit.
Unloved,
Am I?
A voice speaks:
"Turn around, pretty one"
Another one speaks:
"Forward, my dear."
Am I Pretty?
Am I dear?
More voices speak
I follow Each
To be pretty,
To be loved
To be right
But each voice
Leads to Defeat
My arms are weak.
I ask "What do I seek?"
My heart speaks.
"Freedom, you seek,
Let go of stick.
Let your eyes see
See what you seek."
I drop the stick,
I let my eyes see.
The voices that jeer
They're not here.
Mere Phantoms
That lead to defeat.
Heart's voice is real.
It knows what I seek.
I seek to see
I seek to be free
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