Treasure Maps & Things

Waiving my white flag in; I give up, I give in. No more giving you pennies just because you're clinking your worn and torn cup of change. I am begging too! I have a cup of my own that clinks! I just don't go around begging, so you would never know. I appear poor on the outside, but I am rich on the inside. But you? You are poor in every dimension, like watching a tragic movie in 3D. 

I was looking for your hidden treasure, and "to make things easy" you gave me a treasure map. 

Walk 200 meters north, go west at Old Memories of Ex-Girlfriends' Past Lane, walk 1,000 meters south; arrive at Lake Cheated & Drowned Them B*tches, then swim towards the under water cave- take a deep breathe. Put the right pass-code in and the boulder moves and suddenly there's an entrance.

There's a party and it's a dancing game! But I don't want to square dance anymore. I survived all the boobie traps, said all the right words in all the right order; killed the monstrous guards, slayed the fire-breathing dragons, climbed mountains, went to the moon and brought you back moon rocks-- and still, I can't find my way to the real you. 

I'll sit down, take a break. Retrace my steps and ask myself, "Did I mistakenly make a wrong turn at Ex-Girlfriend's Past Lane? Or did I walk too far past the lying, flute-playing leprechaun?" 

I rest my aching back against an old tree near me. Take a nap, you'll feel better when you wake, it tells me. Either I drank too much red wine, or my dreams are too elusive; in the middle of the night, that old tree came to life, and leaned in above me, only to whisper, "Go... HOME."  

The wind brushed up against me and the rise of goosebumps on my arms made me conscious. 

Treasure maps and dreams

and a bunch of wild things,

like old wise willow trees

that whisper

"Go HOME, Ash."