#coming-to-terms
Difficult to say it is a crisis of faith
Deadlock stubbornly cracked
Divide intensified with fact so backed
****** is truth, lost memory's wraith
"Who's to blame?" as so often "they" saith
Forget this daft idyllic hope, loyalty
To nothing has my life compared
And as most humans, no heartache spared
No limits to its reverence and constancy
As God shapeshifted, any form but royalty
Kings of Kings, my Makers, Lords on High
Omnipotent theories to query
Over verses I've traveled, all but Kashmiri
Reasonably these to view before bye-bye
Off I am to Pir Panjal, where I shall quake and die
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Some are so very good at it.
Others, not so much.
Those so carefree about it,
cheaters, who's to trust?
Swindle me, my lover.
It's happened a few times before.
My "don't give a **** proponent
has kicked in, that's for sure.
Being nonchalant, about it,
is all that I can do.
For I've lost all trust, don't doubt it.
I'm as insouciant as you.
Is why we're made for each other,
on this we can both rely.
It frees me, from anxiety,
how we both do cheat and lie.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC