In the homes of huts and shacks.
There were times I saw the hopefulness that consumed the people among them.

In the homes of built up mansions.
There were times I saw the hopelessness that consumed the people among them too.

And it was then I had to fathom the fact.
That sometimes, just sometimes.

The bad want it good,
             &
the good have it bad.

And I sort of fell in love with plastic cups.
The ability to fall, and never break apart.
Because, as for me.
I'm just a glass positioned a little to close to the edge of the table.

And I should have joined a masquerade.
Believe me.
I wore masks all the time.

Find solace in solitude,
There is no shame in that.
We are unknown to ourselves
An ocean to which we delve.
Scarcely coming up for air,
Entangled in fathoms
Whirlpools of despair.
Waves of introspection
Spare us shallow reefs
Yet cast us into darkness
And the horrors of the deep.