I've been in this chasm
I've been in this cage,
writing the same limmericks
for page after page
I've held myself here
out of old awkward fear
clipped my own wings
and kept them that way
there's no need for imagery
no shortage for metaphors
of horizons and sunsets, birds taking flight
no need for witty rhymes, right now
this, is a confession
an honest reply
to the valleys and ages
of Me and I
of the times I've spent
licking wounds in the womb
by myself
because I'm scared
like everyone else
so this is a toast
to those girls that I never kissed
to the nights that I've never lived
those feelings I never felt
because I too was timid,
just like everyone else
in my mallied magnificence
I recount those days
where I played in the rivers
and made love to men
where I lay in the sunset
saved the queen
where I rescued the princess
and all the other adventures I'd written in pen
all those journeys I'd been on
in my head
Fantasies, is all that
they are.
To escape is an ideal, to remain is the reality. To run is a plan, and to stand against the tide is living life.
ReplyDeleteThere is only so much we can think in our heads before those thoughts consume you. And even if the reality decides to give you a distraction, it's only delaying the destruction.
But thus, our souls can save us; the memories in our veins. Listen for their voices, talk with them; because in the end, we are our own rulers.
Meh, I was more of saying that I've got quite an imagination, but I don't really do much in reality.
ReplyDeleteBut it is very interesting and nice to see what kind of original thoughts interpretation of unexplained work can spurn;
in us,
"our own rulers"