It has come to seem that Life has its way of controlling me
My body. My mind. My soul.
It is misunderstanding me.
Let’s watch the waves crash and flow
Let us all appreciate the synchronicity of ballerinas
Let us all sail as the water sails into deep eulogy
Here I am looking back at eggshells dropped by me.
As I see into those dark auburn eyes
I realize that you never took the chance
The oppurtunity to get to truly know me…
My intentions are pure but my words happen to lie…
Now I lag into an ultimatums and standbys…
Lights bulbs bursting away and none are left…
I am walking on the shards of pure tranquility.
Please, please. Let me be!