everybody wants to know what's going on
a simple "..it's complicated" doesn't seem to suffice anymore
everybody wants to see what's in between
but nobody wants to be there when you hit the floor

their jaded perspective, reflective and objective,
should bear no power over your own experience
although, impressionable as we are,
tend to take things said as serious

in times of blurred certainty
it's easier to revert way back
when given the opportunity to branch out
You deny?
when situations arise
that might compromise
your current state of being,
instead of seeing
the chance for growth
you betray your oath
to remain clear in times of ambiguity
and beware of karma's daunting promiscuity
committed to your own values of self -
nobody else,
will give you clarity
to define through the disparity

Bizarre how situations once bigger than my ability to cope
dawned over me looming, stifling my wishes for growth
a cloud that used to stir upon my head
day in and out without rest.
A storm brewing above,
forever reminding me of the ever present electricity
that once ran through our love.

I, the Monster
cowering in curtains
fearing your cutting truths
and numbing lies

I, the Fly
flitting by your eye
reminding you to check outside
make sure you appreciate how high
the moon?

I, the abandon'd
left with only fragrant memories
putrid emotions emerge
and I splurge on feeling bad once again

I, the Brave
facing daylight once again
just might fight to win
to feel pain is to live
you can rest when you've got
nothing to give

You, the Cause
ensuring I switch faces
and places
adapt to your unaccountability
for when I need you
you check out, mental tranquility

We, the Has Been, Is Being and Will Be
because we are the things that were
and will be again

remember your craft
diligently, passionately, curiously
remember your craft
without forgetting your past

apply your reason
without committing treason
to the values you hold true
never forget that which makes up You

self esteem reflects that which afflict
reminded again nothing is perfect
a blessing in dis-guide, one could say
confessing to the skies on a clear day

the residue of yesterday's happiness
drips tauntingly
covering that which pleads freedom
from all things liquid

it's generally accepted that
water will douse a fire
and that fire will boil water
what if they find a happy medium
and just make steam instead?

if you breath too much air
into a balloon
it might explode!
what's more likely:
you will just faint
why didn't you pace yourself?

if one is biking downhill
and their brakes break
could they ask their bike
to slow down?
a nice sentiment indeed
but it's unlikely
inertia will have her way
even if it makes that bike ride
your very last day

just keep in mind
there's always a happy medium
where both sides could win
if you'd rather ignore the cycle
go ahead and live in your sin

but I won't hesitate to tell you
i told you so