An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......
The best of my decisions were truly never mine…
Then you might debate, why not let the Deity of best decisions always decide?
That sounds great, but where then have you left this deftly stalwart brain of mine?
That feels it is, indeed its innate decision to always decide…
Exclusive choices but to choose one,
and a confused little mind to help me out
Inexperienced of the sage conviction,
I chose that made me stout.
With thorns to beguile my fate,
afraid to walk down the road alone
cowering in the closet of distrusts
dubious of the road I chose.
......
Choices fall on chances,
Scratched hard on inner voices.
The, that proposes sacred lotuses,
In contentment, poised as rejoices,
Profoundly, altered the straits of moises,
And lavished, with own choicest decisions.
Of no imperialistic befitting,
The Mannered in contemptuous setting,
Mystifying, the paddles of uplifted sailing,
......
He began to grieve something he hadn’t lost
Yet
The melancholy in his eyes was haunting,
They said so much that he didn’t need to speak for her to see it coming
......
An ultimatum stood at my door
And greeted me so fondly
To the tune of my thumping heartbeat.
"Live as I seem or die as I am"
The words had reverberated in my skull and rattled my bones-
Sick with grief and mourning
Of a life never lived,
A lick of air never tasted on a tongue of a new man-
Not man-soon-to-be, or transsexual or Pinocchio without the splintering of wood but of words,
......
Choices fall on chances,
Scratched hard on inner voices.
The, that proposes sacred lotuses,
In contentment, poised as rejoices,
Profoundly, altered the straits of moises,
And lavished, with own choicest decisions.
Of no imperialistic befitting,
The Mannered in contemptuous setting,
Mystifying, the paddles of uplifted sailing,
......
He began to grieve something he hadn’t lost
Yet
The melancholy in his eyes was haunting,
They said so much that he didn’t need to speak for her to see it coming
......
The best of my decisions were truly never mine…
Then you might debate, why not let the Deity of best decisions always decide?
That sounds great, but where then have you left this deftly stalwart brain of mine?
That feels it is, indeed its innate decision to always decide…
Exclusive choices but to choose one,
and a confused little mind to help me out
Inexperienced of the sage conviction,
I chose that made me stout.
With thorns to beguile my fate,
afraid to walk down the road alone
cowering in the closet of distrusts
dubious of the road I chose.
......