This isn’t who I’m supposed to be, but I am.
This isn’t how it was supposed to happen, but it did.
We argue, and we have opinions,
Mistakes force a sea change,
But as long as the pain is still profitable,
I’ll pay its price.
Redundant and rehearsed,
I am not the struggle.
This is not the end all be all.
between periods and commas,
or supposed by a question mark.
Polite yet persistent,
Without manners or a sign from God.
We knew better so we kept blind,
We begged for a mantra
That made sense,
That filled us up with
Quite confidence to stumble into
The darkness,
Lacking fear and formality,
Wanting of nothing and no one,
Content within the context
Of how I see myself.
You can’t go backwards
So,
we subscribe to a
strategy of tension,
with no will or imagination,
I invite love and conflict,
And refuse to stop pushing the boulder up
Hill both ways,
I can't think of a better use
of my time.
About the Creator
Craig Johnson
yes...it’s true, I am a liar.
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