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What More Could It Be?

I can see the finish line

No doubt in my mind

I will be the one

To manifest everything

Ain’t it fun?

This rat race

I laugh in your face when you say

You hold the gun

Standing and watching from the outside

Makes you a non-participant

It seems I lack the discipline

Blurred lines between dreams and wishful thinking

Your message is heaven sent but still I want to stay grounded on earth

Is it all a curse or am I blessed

Am I nothing more than dirt or am I the soil beneath my feet, the trees and ever more?

Not only am I a part of the source, but I am the core

Spare me the needless details, I want to know everything

So it can be my saving grace

And squander the problems I face

What a Nice Idea

Don’t demonstrate to me what you can show without effort

The personality of life takes its shape in you

Oh how I wish I was that lively

Still, I take time to come into my own

A feeling of lack makes me think I’ve found a home

In you

I want to be like you but I’m not you

What a dissonance

You flaunt your privilege

While I’m submerged underwater, waiting to come up

You’ve found a comfortable raft on which to brave the seas

Oh the irony

This old rickety thing?

What am I saying?

I bite my tongue until it bleeds

Maybe that will teach me

Finally

To let it all go

Baby Steps

Given the right context

I could bloom with many prospects

Give me the right tune to sing

Give me the harmonic melody

You struck a chord in me that resonated

Life and death I contemplated it

One day my breath will leave me

Will you teach me how not to hold your hand

So that I may blaze the trail of my own accord

An unbinding of self, a sweet divorce

Resulting in a union

The separation of two creating a fusion

But how could one separate the inseparable

Allow me to fall but not to stay down

I want to make you proud

Of me

A Subtle Offering

I’m not very bright

There’s always someone better than me

But you guide me and lead me to a ravine

Where there is plenty to drink

And you tell me to rid myself of thirst

Dehydration causes a turn for the worst

If I had my fill then could I soar?

Would the ebb and flow of nature take its course

In me?

I wonder

You lead me back time and time again and still I only drink enough to wet my tongue

When will I learn

The Solemn King

There I stand in the chamber of my mind. The halls form a great palace.

The room I stand in is wide end to end but where it begins and stops is not known.

Columns line this great hall, as big as trees.

I shout but no one can hear me.

“Hello?”

I beckon to anyone within earshot but it is of little use.

The far end of the hall is dark and poorly lit.

Dare I go any further?

I find one foot going in front of the other as I head right towards the opposite end into the unknown.

When I get to the end, I stand facing a king.

He sits atop his throne, with his head hung low. A staff in one hand and a chalice in the other.

On either side of him stand torches. These torches burn with a fire so bright that they manage to light up this part of the room.

I look atop the king’s head. He wears a crown. There are many jewels embroidered on this crown.

I wonder if I should address him as “your majesty” but I don’t know what kind of king this is.

What if it’s a disgraced king? Though royalty nonetheless.

He doesn’t seem to be privy to my presence as he just remains sitting there. Holding his effects in his hands.

I just stand there. Staring. Waiting for the king to notice me.

King, wake up.