Wednesday, May 06, 2009 @1:34 PM
at the blink of an eye, i've slacked for a month. many of my peers have already gotten their first paycheck but here am i still at home and have not even started my job. this one month was a month of months. thinking through almost everything; everyday. luckily th past month have been fun to go through with mr wee and th dota crew. well i gotta enjoy the short few days that i'm left with.
trapped in an asylum of my very mind
with no more than unanswerable thoughts,
i ponder deeply as my mind rots,
yearning for the solution that i cannot find.
pity, i cannot inquire behind
nor to the greatest of all enlightened despots,
who can untie the toughest knots,
alas! within myself I remain lined.
to take my life, death is here.
psychologically, i have already died.
he calls me to him as I stare,
i stepped forward, thinking the good side,
that i’d be relieved form this eternal nightmare.
peering through the drape
of my synthetic cell,
how i long to escape
this manufactured hell.
like a bruised, little bird
too confused to fly,
i’m trapped, in a word,
so confined am i.
a captive, collared lion
alone in its pen,
i’m pacing and dying
in a man-made den.
for an eagle was not meant
to be locked in a cage,
its life to be spent
like a picture on a page.
and when a mighty lion,
in truth, is but a cat,
it will spend its time trying
to be greater than that.
For you: ltk,j
scars remind me that my past was real,
like the sight of you and the scent of beer.
i’ll never hate anything more:
you are everything that i abhor.
these scars remind of the truth
what was god thinking when he made me from you?
my sons will never suffer this fate,
i’ll never become this thing i hate.
the scars remind me of where i’m from
and of the thing i’ll never become
don't be trapped into an illusion that you have time for; because you don't.
