I wake up and find myself back in the hole.

How did I get here? What brought me here?

Buried in the dirt like a blind naked mole

And down my cheek rolls one salty tear.

I thought I got out when the sun last embraced me.

It melted my chains, and I ran for the hills

The birds sang their songs, and now I was free

I rose to the music and started to dance.

No more sulking, I gave liberty a chance.

So how did I get here? What brought me back here?

Dissipating courage replaced with fear.

Why is my direction no longer clear?

I thought I knew where I was going.

I was striving towards beauty and my plans were endlessly flowing,

Through my soul, beaming like sunlight, I was all glowing.

And floating freely like a lotus, I trusted I was all knowing.

The darkness had gone; I slew it as an evil beast.

Its demons cast away; they had lost the battles.

I embodied the savior; I became the priest.

Sent alone to smother the demons’ rattles.

Their wicked melodies ultimately ceased.

I found it was always me.

No one to save me.

It was always me.

So how did I get here?

I thought I knew it all.

My soul soaks the fear.

My actions defeated; its’ effects only small.

Champion I was it was only yesterday.

Now defeated to the bone, back to the hole I lay.

Cuffed to the ashes, cursed to an eternal stay.

Those moments, good and bad, forced to forever replay.

Doomed like Sisyphus, hurdling from his peak.  

I reached the summit and found this is it

Terrified, I gave out like a flame.

Revealed to me, an endless pit

All my life’s work then reduced to a game

No angel wings to let me through heaven’s gate.

God recites the final joke.

So cruel it is, yet such is fate.

This destiny and I are chained to a yoke.

Trapped like a dog locked in its crate

My heart spews its blood, and my throat let out a croak.

And I am human, so down I go.

Back to the hole so very low

Back to the Earth, where I must go.

So, there I lay, bitter and solemn

I saw the angles, but now I have fallen.

It wasn’t my mind that said to go all in.

My soul, it was, must have been stolen.

For something beyond me, grabbed me whole.

It told me I deserve more,

That my stomach was not nearly full

And that I could even change my score.

So, I listened to this voice as I rose from the Earth

I listened to this voice as I made my own way

My mind was in ecstasy as I motioned my own rebirth

I became the potter, and I became the clay.

But I am human, so here I stay.

Back to the Earth where I must lay.