i could only find myself by following the trail of paperclips. (poemoff 2)
i looked inside the fridge
but the real me wasn't
there. i searched bottles of beer but
only another beer waited at the bottom.
(perhaps it is time to try again.)
looking inside your eyes
for a reflection of me,
i saw repulsion, lust and fear.
but you don't understand.
why bother trying to explain?
i am all reds and yellows
you are looking for gray
where are the cardboard box mansions of yesteryear?
everything was easy then
except growing up.
The title of this poem comes from Zack's "AND REMOVE THE SHADES".