Riddles

© 2010, Jeffrey Trattner

Let's talk about pieces,
And early graves,
Follow roads to nowhere,
And get enslaved,
To the keeper,
A thirst you quench,
These riddles goes deeper
Deeply entrenched

A thousand echoes,
A single word,
An endless staircase,
The riddles heard
I dreamed of escaping,
Ideas to brim,
I am overtaken
I am underpinned

Understand these riddles,
These heavy words,
Undermine the structure
Of the absurd
I may be weakened,
But these are facts,
Its birth without freedom,
This too shall pass