I find you too convoluted.
Too introspective.
Too self involved with issues,
You have protected.
And you wish me to be the one you select…
To find you irresistible?
As if I’m seeking someone…
With looks and no depth?
Those days for me have long ‘petered out’.
I use to have a pet!
But today I’ll settle for all the peace of mind I can get.
And chasing behind mysteries…
I’d rather leave alone to be drama free.
Do you see how clear my eyes are?
You will not find them clouded with doubt!
Or vacantly awaiting for an occupation,
Of your BS planted to upset.
That will be a bet made you lose.
You will not find strategic steps of your ‘mess’
Accepted here to endear to leave confusion.
And that is not an offer.
That is a conclusion.
born is my burden; I cannot succeed
with all of you.
And you would like to dictate to me,
you would like to tell me
who among you is most valuable,
who most resembles me.
And you hold up as an example
the pure life, the detachment
you struggle to acheive–
How can you understand me
when you cannot understand yourselves?
Your memory is not
powerful enough, it will not
reach back far enough–
Never forget you are my children.
You are not suffering because you touched each other
but because you were born,
because you required life
separate from me.
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until this moment, to
someone who has not felt
the each, the both?
or, I shall remember this moment
for the rest of my life
not for what it is but
for what it may yet mean?
a lifetime with a pen
may alleviate this pain
somewhat
while I write