The Problem With Beauty

The problem with beauty is simple

it causes my mind to cripple

how do I articulate my inability to stipulate these things that I desire?

aboard a train I go insane 

from the light you shine upon me

rolling down the tracks

impossible to process the facts 

I'm infatuated with the scenery 

 

i know now it's by my own had that you're mad at me

but that doesn't save me from the plagues I see

Let me tell you of a trans-Atlantic trip

and the slip that gave me a scar

inside this prison car

the look of the hills fills me with desired thrills 

of what you can provide

Rolling, rolling hills on either side 

remind me of the home where I once reside 

Now romanticized to clear my eyes

of an inevitable return

 

I wonder now

is it lust or love propelling the locomotive

into a tranquil burn

look now towards the destination

on the horizon

a figure, synonymous with peace, and security

inspires longevity  

Closer now, the figure in sight

now it's apparent, she's the manifestation of all I desire

closer and closer

tinges of anxiety 

No! Not now, why now? 

She's  all I've ever wanted 

 

incomparable to deities and spiritual entities

her eyes can light a cold fire

this flood of harsh desire turns my prison car into a tight wire

barley out of reach now

I enquire the extent of her power

wow

and as if to conspire

my mind turns tight wire to barbed wire

and she's gone

what have I done?

 

the curses of either an over active imagination 

or the residual pain of past endeavors 

has cost me my one chance at bliss

forever