Dime a dozen, homicide
Comprehend such a crime
Unlikely for me
But it's my job
The purpose I've built up
Which can be thrown to the wind
In an instant.
But those thoughts are crippling
How shall I start?
Where do the footprints end?
Will they turn inward?
Travel onto rooftops
Muck occupies the ceiling
Trail runs cold
Colder than the touch of angel wings
Judgmental
Cold
Morally sound
Why did they do it?
//Yeah...//
//Why did you do it?//

How far will someone go
To fulfill their desire?

Even if I keep running
Toward a creeping sunrise
Will I reach what I need?
Doubts fill up the glass
Cracks and borderline
Shatter
But every day is a change
In something around my life
Breaking, I've become used to it
Come to peace with the fact
It'll be part of me now

Why do you love what you do?
One says the environment
Another genetics
Predisposed affection
Blocks for insurrection
How about
Some bias?
Entirely probable
Once loved by your parents
Now cherished by the kin
Fit to wager on the right one?
Plot twist
Last-minute savior
None are wrong
All equally right
The science of emotional expression
Pursues in different forms
Not chemically
No solid, liquid, nor gas
Conceptually
That's the way it shall be.

Close the doors
Party ended at 12 AM
We're shutting down
Not just tonight
But for eternal time
Lengths not even I comprehend
Happy birthday
21 year old
Wish we could stay
But it's time to move along
Take our pizza home
So if you forget
A taste of what was once known
You'll remind yourself
With a mirage of myself
Here's a balloon
Maybe you'll soar with it
Or leave it alone
You were my favorite customer
...
Goodbye, regular.

Knock on the window
No one heard
From deep inside
Too immersed
Guests aplenty
Where was my invitation?
Possibly
This is a wake-up
Ten years too late
Choices I've made
Pile on high
Try to get close
Yet by the end
Driven further along
Went from a name
To a thing
What did I do wrong?
...
What if it was never a fault
To take as my own
Faithful without a cause
Shot in the dark
No bullseye today
Every day is an attempt to learn
Today...
I've learned in the world
Signs of indifference
Showed me the difference
Between friend
And loose end

Gather around
Here's the demographic:
4 men
Gathered around a table
Ready to seek fortune
Through a simple game
A gambler's trial
From left to right
A debt collector who can't pay off his own
A man profiting to earn medicine for his son
A rich kid, wanting to prove himself
Lastly
The one no one knows
Former Olympic gold-medalist
At fencing
Down on his luck
With what little he has
Perhaps fate will be kind
No chance of a reply
Small talk isn't the goal
Must integrate
Some form of strategy
Yet the hardest ones
Are the ones who are clueless
Of course, they could assist one another
But pride is at stake
No chance of mistake.