You are your own worst enemy, they say.

I have cut through the thickets of your mind

toward the centre,

and in the thickest of thickets, wondered

where is it?

Is there a centre?

 

The journey into your mind

is dream sequences,

shifting dead-ends,

teasing landscapes –

WHERE  ARE  YOU?

Come out of the maze and play,

come out and say

who you are.

 

Everywhere intelligence

in lush, prolific profusion,

verdure, foliage, leafy confusion.

But where is the centre?

I am hunting you but

won't hurt you.

Are you running?

Please don't run.

 

Strange

Talking like this

to such an intelligent sophisticated

adult

 

A sprite maybe,

spirit spirited away.

Migrating soul,

refugee,

exile from your self.

Gipsy in your own mind,

Nomad playing persona pinball.

 

Please don’t feel trapped

if I get behind the trappings.

 

Say what you mean.

Say what you feel you mean

Mean what you say

Feel what you say and mean what you feel.

Say what you feel what you mean what you say you mean.

 

Cluedo.

Chasing guesses through rooms,

never finding the householder.

So much furniture

But is anyone at home?

 

Who is playing these genial games?

Reveal yourself, puppetmaster.

Who is editing the clips?

My game is to coax you out,

lure you, tempt you, exempt you

from expectation.

 

I don’t know you

but I like you.

 

Or I think I would

if you were there.