One can only get nearer the truth
One can never reach it
For words do not exist
Nor the mind capable of conceptualizing
An ultimate truth

The human thus forges on
To perfect his craft
Through
Literature

By finding the perfect abstract story
Finds a closer approximation of
The truth

Love should be determined
It shouldn't be a drug

His room stank of narcissism
The kind of aroma I loved
Back then
As he held his knife against
My throat
You're afraid of dying are'nt you

Adrenaline

Knowing of his past
I must act
I show him my arm
Savage marks on my wrist attest
I'm not affraid of dying
I'm affraid of living

He pulls back
You didn't even do it right
Fine you don't have to help me
You'll do it wrong anyway

Funny how psychopaths
End up far away
And I'm still here

I'm not afraid of death
I'm afraid of life

He's not afraid of life
He's not afraid of death

One can say his motto is
'Fear nothing'
While mine is
'Think before doing anything'

What was I doing here?
A sense of significance
Something to think
Profusely about
When one's life depended on it.

Just like the flow of a thought
Our story coherently played out
Each event like an intention ought
To float on a wave of doubt

Crashing on the shore of memory
It was foamy and filled with greenery
And the birds did feed on its nutrition
And words written in the sand, destruction

Of very moments that were sweet
     Now washed clean as a sheet

And then I existed in a universe unknown
Moving like a wave down fibres of bone
I needed to latch onto something familiar
But my course was determined by my maker the creator
Lights flashing all around
Time a memory, an instant of sound
I felt my being was spread all around
No connection to a ground
Momentum I was, a timeless freckle
On eternity's far reaching arm
Untill a glorious particle
Of energy warm
Smashed into me
And I became
A life changing article

Here I sit, having traversed through space and brain waves
Ready to jump on the next moving train

Young elephants elegantly illustrating illustrious beauty
As they're silently softly silhouetted against the sun
Playing playfully like persons in pretend war
It's nature's nurturing natal nuanced nervous fun

Mother moans meaning to mature their young minds
Father fathering says they should fight for first prize
Your treasure is your territory
You must first own your territory before you can act wise

Then a loud bang and father falls
    His treasure on the human mind calls