Doors and drawers as gate ways
Into worlds with options
I would shut my eyes to
Keep from seeing as baring witness
My mind would opt out from partaking
A phrase set as escape clause
Strings hold life like puppet play
Attached to the handle of the drawer's grip
And for each pull as command
The status of I, move as puppet play
I am as, Leonardo Da Vinci carved me
Waiting on God to breathe life in me
I am as surrealism from your imagination
Drawn up by Salvador Dali in dream state
Yet as I stand as empty drawers
All t' pass folded and unfolded, are left en-trigged
Sigmund Freud left sat perplexed
Looking for my childhood story to define me
Nice take on this one!
ReplyDeleteClever, I love the end with reference to Freud.
ReplyDeleteExcellent... I like the reference to Freud, too. It adds a whole new spin.
ReplyDeleteexcellent- I too enjoyed bumping into Freud!
ReplyDeletePerfect....love the ending reference to Freud.
ReplyDeleteVery nice indeed, and I like the added reflections of others.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written and as a one in the mental health field, I enjoyed the Freudian shout out.
ReplyDeleteExcellent write Kodjo...
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