If life were a straight road

wouldn't you walk away

as it would make you  so very bored?

I choose steadfastness
  over success

Marriage is compromise-
  what's the breaking-point?
  Will it somehow survive?

The dark woods they invite me
  amidst it I explore
my love I will meet
it's much too early for sleep

Don't look at life
through starry-eyes
it's not a fairy-tale
you'll wake up to realise-

neither is it
the dream you desire
set your feet right
on earth-  let your fancy expire--

love and beauty how they sparkle!
Know this: they will wane and fall to sleep
all that's experienced is illusory
which memory will find very hard to keep-

trust not the fine-tuned words
of the poets---they are half-asleep :
let's not look at life through starry-eyes
reality is harsh and truly cuts deep

Your words are enough-
speak no more
the walls are trembling
with the weight of your voice
our ears are sore-

rumour had it all over
no fool would your suffer
nor would tolerate dissent
as you asserted you were a Superman-

we're as such too puny
to be part of your rare society
of elites-  we'd be completely silent-

at the public-square
you will seize the mike
and compel to be heard
and regard everyone as an idiot!

Cold  rainy forest
faraway from human eyes
it holds deep secrets

* not mine, from a fellow-writer in HP