Thursday, January 14, 2010
~ 10:35 PM ~
Gaze upon the night sky,
what do you admire?
Gaze upon an artifact,
what value do you see?
Gaze upon the sun,
what despondent colours cast on your magnificent features?
What about gazing upon your face?
Do I see the colour of roses framing the very perfect line of your face?
Or squinting at you to get a better view of the sunset?
I depict you nothing but a mere average person.
The colours or should I say your glow,
gone like the gush of the soft breeze.
Hyberbolic at times,
I took it as a sign of humor.
Gradually,
you lose your touch.
Nothing but a mere kindred free spirit.
You go wherever the wind takes you,
I go wherever fate takes me.
Getting dragged along is not something I'm accustomed to.
Getting pushed over is more of something but a faded memory.
There are no instructions when it comes to this.
We don't speak the same language when the time comes.
Define free spirit.
I'll say one with one's own mind and world,
ignoring comments of others,
letting your true self out.
Define fate.
Something that is already predetermined.
Fate and free spirit don't walk side by side.
I am bound to fate as my unweary self is bound by chains in prison.
You can't soothe the beast inside of me.
Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
That phrase has never been in my dictionary.
