a little hair out of place
a little longer in the bed
a little decibel higher
and i am judged
there’s a finality in that guess
no heed given to what i said
trying to balance a high wire
still i am judged
that plastered smile on your face
is that purple skirt with red
like a hooker on hire
yes, you are judged
everyone judges everyone else
but judge themselves, they see red
and yet goes on, this quagmire
we are all fucked
why is it that what i say
and what you hear
is always out of sync
my truths are your lies
your darkness for my light
wouldn’t it make you think
and yet i stand here
resolute and alone
taking the road high
and there you are
always with a reason
to say goodbye
plans made to perfection
only to be looked back upon
as broken promises
a hand extended to help
only for a swift retraction
to let plunge in darkness
a heart let go for someone
only to be crushed into pieces
never to be one again
withdrawn from the world
alone for a long quest
inhibited and furled
thriving on my own zest
inundated as solitude hurled
never felt such unrest
geared for a life whirled
fear thumping neath chest
optimistic yet curled
rational, yet with unrest
yearning for love swirled
one day it will attest
until then, my world…
betrayed by my own kith
over faces unknown
and years of love and trust
puff… gone
my existence to you a ghost
or a plane parallel
treatment to me so silent
shivered universe all
the darkness in you i see
i am not a match
walking around you on eggshells
can’t let those chicken hatch
challenging predestined place
chosen by a stranger
way before i was born
why does it always comes to this
why do i have to take on
fights i didn’t choose
against ruthless world
salivating for my failure
a destiny i want to make
to be one with a choice
and not one thrust upon me
by abusive life
anyway you look at it
love is complicated
you fall for it everytime
still end up getting hated
up and down
left and right
decisions coming back
to bite
a false truth
a well made lie
out in the open
why, god? why?
opinions extreme
for all the debacle
even death can’t hide
thus born a radical
a journey new and exciting
embarked upon by a fool
soaking in the pains
reveling the pleasures
the road found him
eager for the destination
and slowed it down
for introspection is imperative
thriving on the arduous walk
the fool became the learned
realized destiny and destination
are constructs of imagination
for the journey is what matters
to learn what’s important
life is memories, disjoint
no start, no endpoint
