Once I gave up twice.
As if that wasn't enough,
I threw two dice but kept no price.

Pessimism isn't my thing but I think optimism hasn't help very much either.

The good I see in people keep shifting between the real and the unreal.
And that left me no choice but the voice of exit each time.

So I compose songs but none has ever been of love so far.

It isn't about the luck of attraction but the reaction after my actions that quenched the fire.

Well, it is my story so you may not believe if I say I didn't do anything bad anyway.

Do I need more time?
I mean to better study this subject clearly before taking the test again?

Or maybe I need more patience;
To to endure the jolts which comes with putting my hands on that wheel?

Wait...

Let me sip a wine of time of mine, then I'll tell you more of what happens later.

Words dived inside my mind. Emotions flow in rhythmic waves
as diluted thoughts
submerging the pages and verses drenched in melodic verse.
Passion outpour
Submerged myself drowned in inspiration.

As I drift into a lyrical sea and ink drips from my pen.
#RitzWrites

What does one do when the characters you hate
Are the ones you best construe?
Misgivings and flaws you can relate
To, tho venerable traits you eschew,

The green light gazers and "architect" praisers
Familial leeches or the confessor who preaches
That awareness absolves one of sin,
Compromisers and self-named kaisers
Resound and reverberate within

They pass by in my pages to be mocked and scorned
As evil, cruel, an oaf, or a tool
Too low to respect or too high on their horse
Despicable, maniacal, mediocre, or worse

And I do hate their vileness, I do hate their flaw
I want to shake them and claw at their skull
For nothing more than the gleam of recognition
That by some misfortune of natural law
They and I share a need for contrition.

Because love is selfish

Or is it selfless?

I think it's both.

Give me strength
to act boldly
or courage
to endure myself,
I do not know
which to ask for,
for I cannot have both.

Torn between a rock and a hard place,
Do you say what people want to hear
To fit in,
Or do you say what is true for you,
No matter how controversial,
And run the risk of being
Misconstrued,
Misunderstood,
Despised,
Cast out?

I want to let go of something I hold endeared,
it pains me so,
but it'll hurt me more
if I don't...
let go