Art Therapy
-- at the University of Edinburgh
/ by Sejo Pan
At twelve o'clock, remember to take the medicine
Do not answer the telephone
Close your eyes
It is now all right.
I walk down the winding stairs
Walk onto the endless mountain trail
Into the backward-going scenery
My shadow drags me on
Entices me to go astray
To another strange path
A lifetime away.
Moonlight on the other side of the tomb
Darkness has formed a massive wall
Too high to climb over.
Who quietly unfastened the little boat by the shore?
Floating wayward alone
Remember not where to go.
I see my faces magically reappeared
In the ripples of the water
One thousand of them.
My brain is a splitting chaos, can't figure out
Why, why?
Where is my key?
Someone tell me the way back
I am tired
When can I go back?
He has not been able to remember
In that quiet afternoon on the highland
Pulling out the drawers of memories, there are only
Scattered pills
Dried out pens, and a
Mirror too blurred to see.