In the randomness of the everyday
Sometimes we encounter a spark
A strange glow amidst the dreariness
Perhaps not the beacon we were looking for
But yet, a glimmering shimmering harbinger of hope
A portent, if you will, of a better day to come
Vestiges of the dullness fade, ever so slightly
And a smile encounters us
Blow on the embers, the spark dies
Nurturing it tests our will to the limit
Yet nurture it we shall
For it’s the only light that shines
the day he said he loved me
he couldn't be without me
was that the best day of my life?
or is there hope ahead
full circle once again
time enough to be the person i can be
contentment is for losers
beggars can't be choosers
spin the wheel and pick a cliché now
is 'life just sucks' a reason
who should we really be pleasing
in the why, who, when, where and how
Took my dignity, stomped on it and spat at it a few times to make sure it was dead.
It was.
Time is a tease; it rushes by when you want it to stay still and pauses for coffee and a fag when life’s at its chaotic worst
What is fleeting can never be
Just a leap from moment to moment
Grasped, only to be let go of
Nevermore to be spoken of
In denial, we resist
Yet forever overcome
Swearing, raging against the truth
The truth that is obscured by the want
Ghosts of regrets past wail without
New regrets supersedes them, forcing entry
If it’s not to WHAT IF that we succumb
Then it’s to WHY NOT that we plead
All we want is forever all that we won’t have
Do you wave as life passes you by; or do you trip it up and say, hang on, I’m coming along for the ride.
Veiled indifference or honest truth?
If fate is a bitch why do we let him triumph?
Suckerpunched in the guts only to get up again
To try again
To fall again
Is it a cycle that ever ends?
Or do we submit to mediocrity
Let our lives become swallowed up in mundanity
Never venture, never gain?
Where’s the truth when smothered by banality?
The right versus the wrong versus what could be right
or rather, indulge in what feels right only to be told you’re wrong
speak our minds only to be gagged mid sentence by convention
fate is a bitch, but do we bow in submission?
I went for a bit of a walk this morning. The silly cat wakes me up at 5.30 on the dot anyway, demanding food, so I thought might as well and...
