What I don’t understand
Is how one simple man
Has the inability
To live his best life

Born with a gift,
Dismissing a myth,
But no sharper than the blade of his knife

Trying to stay relevant
While avoiding all contaminants,
That enter my body
And alter my intelligence
Or was that its original intent?

I’m my own worst enemy,
Mired in complacency
Blinded temporarily,
By what supersedes my transparency

Above the smog;
Below the dust;
Bolstering my pretentiousness

Why address it’s pertinence?
Is it worth the time I must invest?
Whilst outgrowing my petulance,
And being played like a stringed quartet?

A hungry mouth
Forsaken vows
A lifelongs worth of discontent
Standing still
Burning with my past regrets

“Fear” being the four letter word
That starts with “f”
But is rarely ever seen or heard

It runs my world
It’s been rehearsed
It drains me dry
It causes thirst

That once quenched; sets me free
To be or not to be,
With or without thee...
That is the question that must be asked.