Of the road that had been left in haste I was glad that my soul stayed the course As the winter and my speeches never would I never had been frost-bit by cold stares O', the heat of glares unnerved me weary I was hardly visible amidst trying times The climes brought the dreary snow and many crucibles
It was the fire that melted the flakes I distinguished myself from fakes I know all that quakes In my soul that takes less As it gives away to the lakes Of warm water as summer finally comes
"And even the Abstract Entities Circumambulate her charm; But our lot crawls between dry ribs To keep our metaphysics warm"- T.S. Eliot
An attempt to tempt temptation we're facing The entire nation is wasting While the time clock is racing Sitting idle I dwell Don't know what to do A bottomless well filled with good intentions That I forgot to mention while men's sons climb the walls Fingers bleed so I choose to run Pain outweighed only by guilt An attempt to hide so no one would see Added my hand by not lending a hand The inevitable entropy
Criticize the critter's size This infiltration among us A monstrous demon indeed in need of expatriation The daily battle uphill An upheaval, this weasel An endless war of soldiers who sold their souls Signed their mark on the dotted line Became a mere dot left in time Sand in the glass we know will not last Last train leaves the station Can not stay Have been shunned
Should have listened when told On an endless list now too old The souls that time has forgotten A swirl in the whirlpool for getting into this mess A choice we did not choose Being lost made us lose A loser with nothing to lose Loose with our lips Quick with the fists A tunnel with no light The endless darkness in sight Filled with fear, we do not fright For what is wrong feels so right Take the plunge I just might Endlessly spinning in time while getting so high Spinning out of control This way I live, this way I die
And through the hills and down to the valley to find a place to nest the warblers, the songbirds, and the wrens alike. Feathered avians here and there with a song they’ve known since childhood. They chirp and they flutter, but I shriek and sputter. They tweet and call, but I cackle and fall. When face to face with flocks of gorgeous birds and their equally breathtaking tunes, I’m often left to wonder why I turned out so grim. Was it the way I was born? The nest I grew up in? Or was I never supposed to be the agile, effortless creature everyone wished me to be?
I am an ugly, revolting, thing and that explains why nobody loves me. How could anyone love a beast like me?