Individualism walks its own path with no reins
speaks of a truth in falling leaves that covert pain
masking the sincere cold which equates the rain
that falls like clouds from concrete covered skies
without the time or capacity to well in my eyes
the damned sanctuary is nothing but
Searing words in a thickening blood
the traffic lights you spoke of
say GO, SLOW and prepare to STOP
a common street lined with ‘buts’
Not rightfully anyone’s for the giving
so words and feelings stay undelivered
this quality of arrogance sours the rain
of thoughts once aligned on a single page
that now fall from grace lathered in shame
history will beg to question
The arse of philosophy on which time rested
Hindsight - sweetened candy coats
Dressed obscurity with colored stick on notes
filled spaces between the words that were wrote
And so the door bell rings a sense of longing survives within
The promise of hope in sight for tomorrow
consummation and fear on time borrowed
butterflies dance in a stomach churning
A gulp in the throat and sweat on my brow that’s burning
the final call, a bouncy ball
hit across a net put up in the hall
15 love, 30 love, deuce, advantage you
one more point to win the game
Then disconsolation leaves you without blame
Existentialism
Words by: Da Nativ |
Submission Name: Existentialism
