It’s our job to read hearts
All the anger and the pain
But oh, how inconvenient
When we can’t turn it off again
Tag: choice
Fallback
When I must choose who I must trust
It’s never any fun
I always choose my former self
Over my current one.
Dawn
Well, time is ticking down
And casting shadows;
It’s all that I can do
To sit and watch.
I’m pacing through the room,
Waiting for battles;
But you know that thing they say
‘Bout watching pots.
It boils in me,
A clear and present danger;
That’s one thing kitchen cats have never caught:
Those burrowing things they say, always in anger;
Arguing ’bout all the things they’re not.
And I shouldn’t wait to say you’re looking better,
After all the days that you were gone;
The kinder ways will leave one’s eyes much wetter —
But isn’t that the dark leading to dawn?
Quiet in the Shadow
I leave people to their own devices
I let voices carry from down the hall
I believe in the choice of kindness
So why can’t I but think, “Damn them all”?
Brave
The choice is there tomorrow —
Whether or not you see —
If brave is something that you borrow
Or you stand on your own two feet.
Doing Less
Looking for the easy way
Every time I turn around
Sorry for it all, and yet
Still no difference to be found.
In An Indifferent World
Who cares
For your conquests,
Your tainted victories,
Your all too human condition?
You do.
Decisions, Decisions
Ev’ry decision
Made and unmade on repeat
Makes my waking world
The Rare, Unseen Folly Cryptid
I don’t know what to be
So I be a creature of folly
I turn my back, unbelieving
On the things that could’ve brought me hope
And instead believe in monsters —
My God, what a dope!
Influence
Where are you now?
Having the time of your life
Driving it into the ground?
Or perhaps you’re doing something
Of which you’re truly proud.
I no longer know the difference,
Or if you see it yourself;
All you’ve told are lies,
And I don’t know how to tell
Where you exist, or if,
Underneath the echo
Of people I’m half inclined to show to hell.
Writer In Retrospect 