The Barbed-Wire Tree

The Barbed-Wire Tree

He saw lines only as things that divide,
That keep the Other on the other side,
So he ran away from the ties that bind,
To tie them in a different knot

The closer you grasp, the more hurt you'll be,
Clinging too tight to the barbed-wire tree.
Is free from everything really free?
Or have you locked yourself in the dark?

“Philosophy is a wordy game;
Ultimately, it's all the same.”
But no Absolute means no-one to blame,
And makes a lie out of choice.

The closer you grasp, the more hurt you'll be,
Clinging too tight to the barbed-wire tree.
Is free from everything really free?
Or have you locked yourself in the dark?

Always asking, wanting to know,
Piling knowledge like drifts of snow,
But Thursday's Child has far to go,
To find she too has a heart

The closer you grasp, the more hurt you'll be,
Clinging too tight to the barbed-wire tree.
Is free from everything really free?
Or have you locked yourself in the dark?

Changing self while seeking a place,
So many masks, where is her face?
Absorbed into fantasy without a trace,
All for want of a home.

The closer you grasp, the more hurt you'll be,
Clinging too tight to the barbed-wire tree.
Is free from everything really free?
Or have you locked yourself in the dark?