Transience

We live in the dream that all are set according to our preferred timeline.
When they stop or where to begin.
But we couldn’t.
We shouldn’t.

There are no bounds or limits.
What will happen, will happen.
The ball will keep on rolling
Even as we choose to stand still.

Time is just a concept.
It can move slowly or slip too fast.
Sundays will come and return.
Even permanence becomes a mere transience.

Liberty

I am free.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that I am indeed free.
Maybe remembering could sometimes be difficult when you didn’t ask for it.
But then again, why be sad about it? Really?

I am free.
My hours are mine.
Choices.
I own the sea.

I am free.
My life.
There’s nothing to pity.
I define liberty.

I am free.
Nobody can take that away from me.
Not unless I want to then just let me be.
Sometimes I want to but most couldn’t see.

xx

Surrender

Oh how I wanted to scream and cry in pain.
I want to deny and allow myself to die a little inside.
Denial
Denial
That’s where I am
But there’s this calm waters that’s telling me it will not be over.

It’s not going to be over.
That I have to trust.
That I must be willing to take risks.
Finally to completely and wholeheartedly surrender.

Cards

That’s what happens when a woman is complete on her own.
No amount of attention nor praise can make her crave for you.
Shower her with time and effort, you’ll just make her skin crawl.
You can’t do anything to have her unless she wants you.

Frustrating isn’t it?
To not be able to make a prey out of a woman.
To not make her weak in the knees.
How does it feel to be beaten in your own game by the woman who won’t easily fall?

Complex / Cities

I can only reach out, I tell myself.
A bit of a compromise.
I can try but I can never move on a different direction.
One that isn’t part of my vision.

They say it’s a dead end.
‘lo change and bend.
I picture the world sending a different version of me.
And my truth says, “I can’t.”

There’s that version that everyone likes, and my version of truth.
To please everyone isn’t my pursuit.

Change and bend?
I just really can’t.

Call me romantic, idyllic
A lover of non-existent fairytales
But that won’t change the messages I’ll send to the world.

If along the way I find people who are warmth by the same skin
Who share the same wire
Ill be glad
Ill be happy to let them in.

My lights are on, I welcome those who’d be knocking my walls.
If they find difficulties in comprehending,
let it naturally take its toll.
In my fragile bubble, it will always be, all or nothing at all.