I Accept
I used to write poems once, I guess old habits die hard.
I Accept.
Do you remember the music of the falling rain,The freedom as the drops hit your face,
The cold winter breeze that excited your heart
And made you lose track of all time and space?
How did this rain became a disheartening nuisance?
Under the safety of the umbrella, when did we get so old?
Where did we lose our freedom for joy?
Why did the cool exciting breeze become the wind so cold?
The world spun so fast, it left me behind,
Stranded in an ocean of pain. I was too weak to cope.
Dreams and disappointments became the past and the future
And I couldn’t find a word more cruel than ‘Hope’.
Hope. So ruthless, depraved, evil yet so addictive.
It makes me forget the lessons life has taught.
It gets me high, so when I fall, I fall hard
And when I’m down, it points and laughs without a thought.
Happiness is a cheat, a betrayer, a hypocrite.
It pretends to be borne from my crematory ash.
It laughs and jumps and flies with me, but
Just watches as alone I burn and crash.
Sorrow is a true friend, he knows no pretence.
For my self-pity and masochism he doesn’t care.
When I shed my tears he’s by my side and
He’ll be with me when I drown in despair.
Can you show me how my thoughts are untrue
Tell me my life is colorful and bright.
That I have a share of happiness too
And even I deserve good dreams at night.
Will you try and keep me from getting lost?
Embraced in your arms, I will my soul confide.
Will you hear my tear drops fall?
And save me before my breaths subside.
No, why should you fight a battle to lose?
How can anything change the way I think and see?
I could’ve felt all that want me to feel
If just for a moment I could get away from me.
So, from the top of this mountain, I bid you farewell.
Will you or anyone save me from my freedom dive?
I was born more than a hundred years ago.
How much longer could I have waited to be alive?
-who cares? The world spins on.
