At times, the days, simply go by.
People come, and away, they fly.
Every blow of the wind leaves back a thing,
An experience, and a memory to cling.
Somethings seemed to be fine from afar,
But there was pain behind the hidden scar.
The melody of the silence hummed and buzzed,
With many questions, life constantly quizzed.
The thoughts that came in willy-nilly,
Often, condemned the mind unabashedly.
Waiting for that spin to shed off the creeps,
The soul is often pushed into watery weeps.
The pillow that heard the woes of the heart,
And the sense and logic that gawked like a dart,
Wanting to keep up some promises to the self,
But difficult, for having to run behind an elf.
The slaps of realizations have true hit hard the face,
Just necessary that life and the self, keep a good pace.
The fear that grips the heart at times,
Leaving a taste like super sour limes,
Bundling big broad shoulders in a pitiful little pile,
Making a meter in life, seem like a weary long mile.
The mind then skips to the shortcuts beside,
Ready to fall to the traps yore on the hide.
This awesome game has no wise or dunce,
Sometimes, it becomes easier to betray at once.