By this time breathing is a strenuous activity and my heart
Is already beating too fast for anyone’s words to even matter
Maybe staying demands too much of me
It’s my own fault for involving my self in such affairs as desire and oaths
But his eyes are so real and his voice?
Merely a distraction from his exquisite eyes
Of course coveting such perfect imperfections
Could lead to strife among other things…
Should I live with my happiness or his?
Purely a question to those who realize
That being blind to emotions
Just makes them more adept to feeling them
Maybe it’s best that I address the issue head on
What could be harder than facing a fear of fear?
Nothing. Everything. Oh, I don’t know…
It could be that I’ve finally forgotten
My place and only need to redirected back to the herd
Where all my broken dreams lie
After all, impurities such as mine are just the first step
In believing that there is more sitting behind the curtain
Just waiting to be found, to be loved
This malnourishment of joy usually instigates vast over confidence of the psyche
I should know
I tried making acquaintances with the locals that sold their own families
But like all performers, I was magnificently foolish in the first rehearsal
Thinking I would never be discovered for who I was
Before the clock decided it was time to depart
“Eleven chimes gone, one more to endure!” it sang
I couldn’t blame it really
It must be hard keeping track of time for those who waste it
Much like me, the clock knows sadness, disappointment
Though the magnitude of its knowledge leaves much to be desired
A pity to those that care, perhaps?
Only a true master if the art of convictions would truly know
The answer to such a thing is hard to understand or even find
As it is to be believed
Looking into his eyes now, I’m faced with answers to questions along with their contradictions
If life were meant to be so pessimistic and cheerless
The gods would have demolished us from existence long ago
So the remaining matter at hand? Should I leave or stay for the sake of sanity?
Leaving is a far better choice of the two but I care too much for his contentment
“We’ll always be together!” he smiled placing his hand on mine
Surely, such a lovely thought could no cause me that much harm?
Forever by the side of the one you truly love and cherish above all else
Yes, an objective worth looking forward to I’m sure…
Or maybe not
