Such concentration on the face

Such emphasis on trash

Takes a lot of effort

For parties both sitting and standing

Hard it must be

To maintain this state

Training it would have taken

To become so lame

Lives might have been lost

Rainbows might have faded 

Stars might have imploded 

Hearing a dirge in every word that came

Will this ever end

This drone bent on drowning

Attempting to draw parallels
Disregarding the dimensions interfering
Always anxious that
Lost might be the lead

Termed it might be 
As a struggle fruit less 
Understood it has to be
Perspectives are there many

With shifting sands of time
Shifts a man's mind
Going places never imagined
As the control is handed over

Reigns ending up in hands
Trusted which can't be

A chance was taken
Thought hope there is
Leaving this story incomplete
Won't be a thing right to do

And thus it goes on
The script though seems
To have come to an end
A void there is

It seems of no consequence  
To continue this charade
Need to ask that question
The question which started it all

But then it hits
Why cause pain
For a gain momentary
This is not what I am

Breaks me it does
But at least
It's just me
That it breaks

Knows one not
The ways of the other
Aware one is not
Of the days of the other

But this is not it
This is not the problem
The problem is whether,
There is a wish to know

Because if not
The knowledge
Whether present or not
Will be of consequence none

So tell me,
Is there a wish to know

It was wrong
It felt bad
Should not have
Done that

Betrayed I have
The trust of one
Which was won
Over a time long

Am I so heartless
So devoid of emotions
Shouldn't I see
Beyond my self

Can't think of
Any other way
To seek repentance
And thus I confess

Didn't know where to go

Didn't know what to do

Then I stumbled upon this place

What happened next

I became a cynic

I became a liar

Was it for the bad 

Was it for the good

Only time will tell

So let's go on

Do what is the best to do

And make the most of what we have

Situations do arise

When the path ahead is devoid of light

Making frightful 

The simplest of move

Stagnation seems to be the choice best

Best yes but desirable not at all

What life it is lived in fear

Better it is to break the barriers imagined

Regret we might this choice

But the novel emotion in it self

Would seem to be a delight

An escape from the world devoid of light