tonight i watch the rain
from my balcony
it’s cold out there but i am
warm
from the whiskey
coughing from too many
cigarettes
but it is not my choices i
regret
it is the choices of others
i am not strong enough to love
and not be loved in return
no saint am i
no by and by
to reward what i could earn
but it breaks my heart when i
see the pain
others cause in ignorance or
intent
they know not why the others
cry
and let out a lament
and i cannot heal the sick
feed the five thousand
calm the storm
though some believers have
tried
they are not the norm
but even by me they are greatly
admired
and so i conspire to not
confess
the true intent of this poem
but for every action there is
an
equal and opposite reaction
and you are the one who can
cause
the ripples in a pond
by even just being true to yourself
freedom from hypocrisy is not
wealth
and sometimes we should just do
what we should just do
and to ourselves be untrue
but i guess this is an act of
maturity
and we are all opera singers
bellowing, “me! me! meeeee!
although the truth i am too
blind to see
not seeing cause and effect
will not set you free
you will reap the whirlwind
when all that you sow is only
what you need
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