~this Selfish Question~ Poem by E Nigma

It seems as though you lost your way home
So where was it anyways?

I followed the lights that flew in this direction
Until a varying distraction of shapes displayed
In a haze became a magnificent glow of
violent displeasure.

So abrupt was this vanishing treasure
As was the taste, erased.
Lost in the silence of sound
Above me was a reflection
That mirrored a sort of map on the ground

Inside of myself I screamed, I must find a way out!
Now each step is a trap, but this pain beckons me
to push past the words that follow

As I run my finger down the center of this page
I remember the beginning was the future from which I came
Overwhelmed by the quest in the connection
Dissecting the end was in question

Then in a wave of relief it all made sense
As the lights formed in a linear array
That my addiction to placebos led me to this runway
Where I alone had faith, I'd catch this plane that I had chased