Melancholy absolutes me, bringing me to be
Inattentive to all the good and wrong
Nothing can triumph the shade
That comes with
Satisfyingly dissatisfied of all that people give
Disgusted by the normalcy, but unsurprised by it
Because I am melancholy
At its mercy, I exist
To expect what is expected to be unexpected
For I am a divergence, a different stream
A grin to the cries, my grin a cry in response
A softly bowed smile to match the slightly skewed world
Melancholy is knowing what is to come
Sadly accepting because it must be accepted, sadly
And said
A scene without a setting
And a beat without a heart,
There is but one resolution
To find a passion, bring it to execution.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Melancholy absolutes me, bringing me to be
Inattentive to all the good and wrong
Nothing can triumph the shade
That comes with
Satisfyingly dissatisfied of all that people give
Disgusted by the normalcy, but unsurprised by it
Because I am melancholy
At its mercy, I exist
To expect what is expected to be unexpected
For I am a divergence, a different stream
A grin to the cries, my grin a cry in response
A softly bowed smile to match the slightly skewed world
Melancholy is knowing what is to come
Sadly accepting because it must be accepted, sadly
And said
A scene without a setting
And a beat without a heart,
There is but one resolution
To find a passion, bring it to execution.
Perhaps melancholy, however, I am optimistic.