Staring into the deep

Staring into the deep

Life is a metaphor and I am simply its ball.

I bounce off walls and as I rise, I fall.

Just looking for the right time to say the right word,

Because it would feel so wrong if I let myself fail

And my words were never heard.

Life is a story, never foreseen and never before told.

It is still being written and we are still on the right road.

A long way from home, heading into the unknown.

I cannot afford to be close to you, because of all the charity I owe.

An image of a scarecrow drifts into my mind,

To remind me of a scarier time that made me impulsively act alive.

I saw the signs; I have to sigh,

To let it all go, by leaving it all behind.

When I am gone, my writings will remain, I hope,

Because all I know is how to be honest and how to never grow old.

A war and peace of trying to become all that I can,

Could be lost in an instant, if I am not given a second chance.

I hold on tight to the belief in what I write,

Because I am only alive as a word upon a line.

Love is awesome; I am not.

Point my finger at the side of my own head,

Shout bang aloud to the sound of a shot.

Fall to my knees to grieve the loss of all I did.

As I stare into a mind that looks like a hall of mirrors.

My thoughts all say

“I am with stupid.”

Many faces have lived my life;

Many tongues will tell my tale.

Many choices I have tried to get right,

But I have no cure to my success in the fail.

Slippery when wet, so hold on tight,

I would never want you to fall over.

I have my crutch to lift me up;

A cure to getting older.

Love is a balloon and you are all playing with pins.

Pop goes the feeble.

You have lost all that which once was…

Now all there is; is the sequel.

Inside my chest a heart of the ocean is buried,

So deep beneath, that it may never become married.

But love is so warm; such joy! Another say cheese moment to be found.

Dreaming of an everlasting, while keeping my feet on solid ground.

A promise sworn; no need to be scared.

Life is a sea of fishes,

So collect your entitlement to love;

For they will always be there.

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