Reaching out to Those who Fled

If you think life is passing you by it probably is

It’s not like you had to figure it out on a quiz

I’s not like you were a real whiz

Nor do you have the notoriety of showbiz,

It’s always about what do you have to give

All the vampires who don’t really live

All those betrayals you have to forgive

Not much in this life is that commemorative,

When they’re done with you and gone

They simply move on

The abandoned piper at the gates of dawn

Your corpse conveniently deposited upon the lawn,

You can’t believe how easily they pass you by

Like some pie in the sky

Family, friends, even private eyes

You’d settle for a Good Samaritan in disguise,

Like the wind rushing by in a storm

Betrayal is now the new norm

My little enchantress was in such good form

Your chances feel like being trapped in a swarm,

Maybe disappear into the Pacific Northwest

Seeing if you can pass the survivor’s test

Grizzly bears Sasquatch you know the rest

The unattainable legacy of the Tempest,

Those waking hours lying in bed

Waking up in a state of dread

Once again, the past went to your head

Reaching out to those who simply fled,

Walking down that winding road to fate

You must have been much too late

A slippery slope leading to heaven’s gate

Arisen from a cave sealed by a disk of slate.