My Anthology or what you might call it
“Phew, long time, long time”. The words that burst through my mind as I penned down these few thoughts.
Writing could be quite stressful, every word like a building block, each layer making up a word, fragmented into structures of sentences ultimately leading to an idea.
An idea to be read, an idea to be understood, and idea to be relished, an idea… to perhaps undergo an inception.
Do have a good read.
What’s more annoying than this world?
You’re born with the illusion of a perfect world
Yet you live the reality of the brutal opposite
It’s okay to be optimistic,
How long do you want to run on that juice?
It’s weird how the race to your heart, is a race in the first place
Why is there so much to prove?
So much to handle?
So much to deal!
So much to resolve?
So much, so much to live with?
Why isn’t life a jolly coaster
At least, if it’s a cycle
Why not a Rollercoaster?
I’m just so tired
The words that hit me, keep me dazed
I’ve got a slight chance in all of these
I’m smiling in everyone’s face
I’m crying when the room gets empty
I’m strained by this unwritten code
I can’t show, can’t express my happiness
I can’t show my joy when you’re around
My adherence to the code,
A scar to my heart
I obey these codes, yet I’m here drained
Should I be angry or be sad?
Should I compromise?
What’s left to compromise anyway
-than the TRUTH?
If everything is going to be so difficult to understand
Can I just live a plain life?
I hang on to my pen, like it’s a key
My letters being the prayer, perhaps
My scroll to be read in a temple.
This, oh this pain, regret, sorrow, fear weighs me
My body’s drained off its strength
Remember, a cheerful heart is a medicine to the body..
I’m tired of being nostalgic, yes that’s something beautiful to remember
However, can I have something new to remember?
Give me something to remember
Not from the past, no!
The future is unknown, that I know.
Can we create then for ourselves, the beautiful memories we want to see?
The rule is strict, its plain
Follow it through, there’ll be no pain
Keep it tight, it’ll help you do right
I was shown the world in a beautiful canvas
Well, I painted that picture
I imagined the beautiful,
Created the utopian
Utopia was meant to be perfect I supposed
But time told me “everything changes”
So much so, my “perfect, changed”
Right now, I can’t just keep up
Life throws varying modes of “perfect”
Expecting me to pick a side?
Utopia is perfect, I thought I pictured right?
Nothelesss,a life worth living is what I’ve got left.
First published on https://thoughtsfoundexpression.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/my-anthology-or-what-you-might-call-it/