I’m a metaphor for what defines me,
I’d like to imagine, that this refines me,
Because it keeps the world from seeing,
Every single essence of my being.
I’d prefer to be a mystery,
Then to repeat some hurtful histories.
Another strike on the clock,
The sign of another day,
Moving farther away –
From where I’d like it all to stay.
More battles rage inside me,
More battles fought outside me,
Respite me, from battling an entire society!
Just let me rest in peace.
Another sun rises and sets,
And all bets – are off,
Has slipped away.
Too much time has been spent fighting,
Fighting myself and spiting,
Spiting others for their inciting,
Inciting that leads to just more fighting.
The wheel spins, and no one wins.
My proverbial sword and shield,
Is becoming a little too comfortable to wield.
We all think we know each other,
But no one really knows another.
No one can really know another mind,
Even if thoughts ran in perpendicular lines.
Our consciousness divides us,
And everything inside us.
That’s why we’re all left longing,
Longing for some great belonging,
Because no matter how much love we’re shown,
We will always feel somewhat alone.
Do we all just lash out from the pain?
Do we cause the storm, because we fear the rain?
It hurts to know the ones who make us feel secure,
Live a mortal life that’s not insured.
We could all just leave one day too soon,
So treasure those with whom you boon!
We’re all alone but still together,
With all these hardships that we’ve weathered.
Can we work to create an existence that’s better,
Or just keep fighting for the tar and feathers?