The
glass is dark, I thought they couldn’t see
I’m
stuck here, an amnesiac and me
Though
I know the door is off to my right
I
stay by the window where I see light
Then
I see Rosebud so I pound and yell
“Please,
oh please help me, I’m stuck in this hell!!”
She
stops at the window, looks inside
“Apple
is that you? If it is, knock twice!”
Relief
floods through me, she knows that I’m here
I’ll
soon be rescued with nothing to fear
I
tell her, “Although everything’s the same
This
person here can’t remember my name!”
She
smiles and nods to the door on the right
“Go
through it, I’ll meet you here in the light”
I’m
afraid but I do it nonetheless
Trusting
this is the way to happiness
There
are many willing to help me here
I let
go, move freely, facing my fear
I’m
shown if I falter, help is right there
They’ve
got my back and I can see they care
The
amnesiac whom I can now see
Was
only the mortal version of me
The
room, the window, the door on the right
Just
a false prison preventing the light
Myjo
