Carve out your own destiny,
They said!
But gave me a bag of clay!
How could I do anything,
When by their rules I was to play!
Change what you wish,
But keep everything the same!
Conditions such painfully untenable!
How can someone be so cruel,
And make us feel expendable!
They said!
But gave me a bag of clay!
How could I do anything,
When by their rules I was to play!
Change what you wish,
But keep everything the same!
Conditions such painfully untenable!
How can someone be so cruel,
And make us feel expendable!
As I walked along,
This path you told me was life!
Stumbled I did sometimes,
Attempting some dignity in strife!
How can one try
Try to he sane!
When we have already been,
Told nothing in the end will remain!
And they say it's not the destination,
Its a journey to the far beyond
This path you told me was life!
Stumbled I did sometimes,
Attempting some dignity in strife!
How can one try
Try to he sane!
When we have already been,
Told nothing in the end will remain!
And they say it's not the destination,
Its a journey to the far beyond
How does one take time,
To ponder and respond to each demand!
Where is the energy,
Are you not tired?
As every story is the same!
Why is there then no synergy,
In what's with us, that you let remain!
Broken pieces,
Like shards of glass they pierce my heart!
Unable to bear.....
To ponder and respond to each demand!
Where is the energy,
Are you not tired?
As every story is the same!
Why is there then no synergy,
In what's with us, that you let remain!
Broken pieces,
Like shards of glass they pierce my heart!
Unable to bear.....
...this ceaseless pain!
Wondering if it'd ever depart!
In the confusions,
That I try to navigate!
No stars, gloomy is the night!
Elegant as my moral compass be,
There is no port in sight!
Beyond the horizon,
Where ever that may be,
I know not what the new day brings...
Wondering if it'd ever depart!
In the confusions,
That I try to navigate!
No stars, gloomy is the night!
Elegant as my moral compass be,
There is no port in sight!
Beyond the horizon,
Where ever that may be,
I know not what the new day brings...
... Lost I am in my own hurricanes,
The lonely mariner in me sings!
Not wanting to hurt,
Not wanting to anger!
Eager to impress all that be!
But failing and falling,
Countless times now!
No rhyme or melody,
Still I sing!
May be the crooked memories,
Or dreams of what could be!
The lonely mariner in me sings!
Not wanting to hurt,
Not wanting to anger!
Eager to impress all that be!
But failing and falling,
Countless times now!
No rhyme or melody,
Still I sing!
May be the crooked memories,
Or dreams of what could be!
May be the tunes,
That bring solace!
They seem to ring my ears,
They sing only to me!
Wishing no burdens any longer,
In the chaos and still somber!
The silence of the storms,
I face with a brave face!
So what if the end...
Be just another disgrace....!
#RandomThoughts #poetry
That bring solace!
They seem to ring my ears,
They sing only to me!
Wishing no burdens any longer,
In the chaos and still somber!
The silence of the storms,
I face with a brave face!
So what if the end...
Be just another disgrace....!
#RandomThoughts #poetry
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