Sometimes I come off
too strong.
But I pursue
that which I desire.
Your voice, your words
your true disposition
to speak
that which your mind
has been pondering.
Those who read most revere
Those who can write.
The inability to express oneself excesses oneself through frustration and gestation of the prose which won't come to your fingers no matter how much you know.
Frustration.
Invalidation.
Wishful thinking upon layers of wistful blinking
Away those thoughts of a 401k and stability
That only bring fourth futility
From the subtle
Dismal
fact of incapability.
Subconscious in my mind
Split between corporations
And affirmations
Of my soul
And my salary.
With freedom of mind comes
The shackles of physicality. Responsibility.
I was happy with simplicity
I learned to adjust.
yet you.
With your words and your face
Complete complexity
Ruining the simple.
So it is.
Ah **** it.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC