The air conditioner is down, so is the refrigerator,
however much I frown, over the heater
the roof may give in, so much to repair,
I see your grin, in my despair
I can fix it this time, so have I for countless years,
for these are all mine, worth my sweat and tears,
yet my life spent to overhaul, has only seen peace temporary,
dead is my soul, killed by my own treachery
what did I set out to be, what was my hunger all about,
was it to break free, or to be imprisoned by doubt,
a few seconds of glory and some more humiliation,
this is my story of survival within oblivion
and there is my luggage, I shall have it forever,
growing with my age and surviving together,
I don’t feel the weight, not anymore,
Perhaps it’s a bait, to take me to the shore
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