No 7: FOOL

PHOTO BY LUCIA AUERBACH

MIA FOSTER

I let you lead me to where I want to go 

I follow blindly

But peeking through open fingers 

I see we’re not where i thought we were 

Convinced I know where we’re going 

But always ending up somewhere different 

You leave me confounded everytime 

Letting myself feel bathed in the golden light 

That belongs to someone else 

I step into it well knowing its not mine to take 

Understanding that it’s fleeting 

Seeing through the cracks in my fingers 

that its all been pretend

I figure myself a fool 

Even with the clarity of my sight 

The vaseline lens kids me again 

But i let myself feel the warmth of the beam 

Singled out and solitary 

The heat of another radiates onto me 

But when i put my hands down 

All thats left is the place youve led me 

Even through cracked fingers I knew 

I knew we wouldn’t end up where i wanted to go 

Kidding myself

 allowing myself to play the part 

That never belonged to me

Barren and void of the promise I postulated

The millionth time ive ended up here 

Damning my own sensitivity and naiveté

One day the ray of light may be real 

May shine on the spot where you’ve led me 

But how many more times can I face the empty room 

I dont know if i can withstand it again 

nor stare myself in the face 

Knowing that even looking through open hands 

I let myself be left here again