s that all it's going to be?
A battle between anticipation and acceptance?
The violent sea splashes across
The unstable rocks
Of the mind
Uproots those doubts
That feed like fleas on the flesh
A stench of a decaying corpse
Fills my lungs
Is this what I've become?
If it is,
Then what is it?
A dry fever
A spell of madness
Am I the dark
Or am I the light?
Even if I choose
Who is to know
What the future beholds
Is that hope
To give up
Or to retain?
Is that the thought to hold on
And Reclaim?
Or let go and label insane?
Does it matter what we choose
Does it matter what we do
Or do these questions seem obtuse?
It matters not what you think
It matters not what you say
It matters not what you do
Your story has been written for you
But why then, is it yours?
Why then, is it different from mine?
Because what is mine, is not yours
Your expectations are mere writings on the sand
Washed away by the tides on land
My life is not for you to lead
Never was, never will be
I may not know what to believe
But I do know I can choose my beliefs
And so I choose
The bright yellow sun
Over the greying clouds
The purple orchids
Over the drying grass
The tasty wind and the salty sea
The white sands and the buzzing bee
The rainbows and the rain
Drizzle and tickle
My endless smiles
For the first time in my life
I choose life
For the first time in my life
I live more than I die
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