Seeking two paths,
And caring about none
Why did the quiet road
Feel so boring?
\
Mind's a muscle
Made to feel the strain
But now my frown's
A grimace
\
I've seen your picture:
A daffodil.
I want to say I'm sorry
I'd like to take it easy
If I ever touched contentedness,
It was when we were together.
\
But I wasn't trained for calm
I was trained for crises
I learned to love the struggle
and curse 'till I'm on top.
\
There's always something new.
There's always something wrong.
I wish I could have taught you.
I wish you could have taught me.
\
I sell my pain on vocal now,
and barter it for views.
It doesn't matter really.
You'll never read this shit.
About the Creator
M.
Half-time writer, all time joker. M. Maponi specializes in speculative fiction, and speculates on the best way to get his shit together.
Author of "Reality and Contagion" and "Consultancy Blues"
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