Pandora
Misconstrued but I thought it clear,
The situation that was at hand.
Silly me, tricks are for kicks
For none the wiser could have foreseen
Loyalty ground to slush when all
Illusions come to an end.
This mischievous motley of inquisition
Rivals that of a cat’s, oh my!
And with a cumbersome breath
I blew caution to the West
But with what intent? I shrug.
To this very day, I don’t know why.
For when my voice, raw with agony
Flurried flusteredly upon the back of my ear,
I heard but did not heed the gush of reason as
I followed the rising octaves of the Sirens
Out at sea.
Now see, pleasantly I have lived with no tragic
Tale to tell of for I’ve lived a long and boring
Life. And when people live to die
For drama not hard to find
Whilst trying to disguise their
Most incorrigible dreams of yore,
This I understand completely:
Heresy left to discrepancy cynically makes
The foible much less condescending
When one learns to eat the can of worms
They’ve come to open.
Anyway, the point I make is when the voices
Sing
Open the box
Open the box
Open the box …
You’d best not pay attention.