I don’t know what the world says I have in store for myself
But it agrees when I say what I hate about myself,
Complexities of my emotional needs and the reverberations of my guilt
Looking at the mirror the perspective existence seems like filth.
Never could catch, the catch in the phrase,
Living in denial hiding from the enlightenment gaze
Never a problem has the interactions raised,
Moved like sand in the dreary desert artificial maze,
Grains of dust scattered all over the place,
Still it seems like art, aint I amazed!
Bemused I once took a train, it took me back in time
Where love wasn’t that expensive, it was fine with a dime
Figments of broken illusions fall like metal spikes,
Yet the humble hearts wouldn’t give in to their likes
How often would the anticipation of loss riding on nervous trust
Walk away with a prize on the recommendation of insecurity, greed or lust
That was the time that gathered no rust, Dear
No pain, no fear, no pillion guilt in the rear.
Striving to attain selfish perfection forgoing the charm
Desperation to dominate and turning obstinate
The deal is to be dealt well, else it’s a blame
Looking for a scapegoat to neutralize the harm.
Hope is needed but it’s dawdling,
Is it the perception asking for repair?
Don’t know if the pain would subside
I walk the road, towards the path of knowing!
