Voyeur!
Rest your eyes
Defrost
Unglazed – they might see me
I am beside you
Outside the realm of purpose
What connection do you seek?
Who do you represent?
Blue, blues and more blue
I’d rather try the mean reds
Voyeur!
Rest your eyes
Defrost
Unglazed – they might see me
I am beside you
Outside the realm of purpose
What connection do you seek?
Who do you represent?
Blue, blues and more blue
I’d rather try the mean reds
Know that my feet are still kicking
and if you look hard enough
you might see my tired eyes
devouring frantically while they stay
above this surface below which lies
all I never wished to be accustomed to
I do return each night – kicking,
breaking through for a little while,
trying to not recognize the reluctance
that questions the pretense
of a self-regulated time bound struggle
I was told that I am
ill-prepared for the privilege of living,
always too afraid and uncertain,
forever invested in trivial concerns
Yet it is the recognition of these inclinations,
which make sense only in light of immortality,
that pushes me to prolong this experiment
Is there any consolation in defying ignorance,
only to acquire the knowledge of certain failure?
I have a feeling we’ll discover there is
How rampantly I seem to be progressing!
There are questions to be answered
and I am now part of the rhetoric
that can answer them.
Imagine that!
I don’t need you to remind me
of what I used to say
or belittle even,
as if memory was the problem
or in any way the solution.
But let’s not talk about solutions.
Lies, I have discovered, only need consistency
and positive reinforcements,
well abetted by the doubts that I
am not ready to give the requisite time to
or garner enough courage to face.
Again, with your admonishments – stop!
and realize that you are simply a weak manifestation
of a dwindling urge that is too sporadic to matter;
a dull self appeasing distraction
that is too dependent on its own failure.
So isn’t it better if I focus towards where I am going?
Even if I still need your medium to convince myself,
which if nothing else does remind me
how comfortable I seem with contradictions
and how well aware of my own hypocrisy.
If only I were still a bystander
and mock those deeply entrenched
in the purportedly essential games
of daily life
Instead I use these feeble
and intermittent attempts
to find a certain solace behind
the thin veil of delusion
I couldn’t possibly be scraping at the bottom;
That’s a cowardly thought and
a surrender to the pervasive lethargy
that is so easily blamed on the times
If nothing else, I realize that
the old adage about work over ability
holds well in an attention deficit world
even if only till I choose to remember it
It was a holiday so I woke up on time
and before long I was staring at the black line
blinking in a sea of recycled text
The noise wasn’t deafening that day
and for a while the resulting delight
kept me unproductively occupied
It is never supposed to be pretty,
akin to pushing against a grind stone,
not for those of intermittent intent
Here, however, the freedom is terrifying
and the prerequisites accompanying the plunge
temptingly simple but deceptively evasive
What does one say to one
who doesn’t have the time for that
and wrongly construes their courage for this?