The Twilight Zone
Something strange is happening,
it’s like she’s in the Twilight Zone
It’s full of smoke and mirrors
and fear of the unknown
Every image tells a story
as she look into the glass
Staring face to face with questions
she was too afraid to ask.
Facing all the shadows
bringing them to light,
haunting her in daytime
and in her dreams at night
Trajectory is changing
or maybe she’s lost the plot
busy trying to make sense
of what is real, and what is not.
There’s a cat among the pigeons,
it’s creating quite a mess
Feather’s flying everywhere
along with confusion and distress
Like a mouse, feeling trapped now,
as the game moves on full force
Knowing the time is here,
to plot the latest course.
Little whiskers twitching,
assessing the open field,
It should be a time of harvest,
to collect a bountiful yield.
Yet everything looked different
from the bloom that had been foreseen,
Life had become a nightmare
instead of all she’d dreamed.
All at once like magic,
the zone just disappears.
Snapped back to reality,
the smoke begins to clear.
What’s on the horizon,
only time will tell,
Whether she lands in heaven,
or finds herself in hell.