I.
The road to forgiveness
is how we will all travel
through our damaged perception.
The road of our youth-laced mistakes
began long before Springfield,
but let us never forget
that lesson in interaction...
The laughs that would accompany
our philosophical musings on the order
by which we all arrive at consciousness,
regardless of the fact that I would not
arrive within my allotted time.
I'm more glad than you know
that apology was even an option.
II.
Unconditional, even.
Burdened now in knowing that I am absolutely
the beast of sin,
Taking the role of God as I planned to drown
the only person I used to run to...
Attacking the "Demon" I've built up in my
head...
Carly, Carly, I'll just address you directly.
Free now from the paper prison which I vainly
hoped would absolve me,
Selfishly throwing infants into the fire of tender
memory,
Throwing down the IEDs, planted all round the
ballerinas who would listen to my fake
stoic cries, mind lined with my own
intellectual elitism.
III.
Hypocritical as I read the Sutra in my bed.
Who was I to damn you after we spilled all of
that starlight into each other's ears over
telephone signals?
Who was I to shoot down the look in your eye
after all the genuine maintenance I made
under your guise?
"I can't believe you're real"
True with different tone color now.
So thankful you weren't hesitant in returning
your missiles to the silo.
And now,
Finally...
It is time to live.