to stay and embrace all to waste;
no guts nor feelings.
to neglect what you expect;
to be happy with what you get;
far more than hurt or sorrow
closer to roads that narrow;
and inspire to go ahead
and wish for more than dead
on whatever beat you have
all arts, all truths
plots & schemes misconstrued.
to give and never receive
when you do what you do.
with hopes all up,
wandering questions of about
songs and whispers
from shadows of specks.
tell me what could it mean to me,
when they speak only to pictures
and lost the story of the book.
to test on a fickle heart
and hope for good fate;
to point with a finger
and choose who to blame.
When breathing has never been harder
like having a choked lung.
all grasp, no glory;
your wrist and your mind
faltered when you tried.