We are the freedoms we invent;
In isolation, our integrity is intent.
Why is a smile simply no longer— a smile?
What did it mean; what should it have meant?
I am an idea I have set out to be
And in doing so have formed this ‘me’;
But in understanding my thoughts, my hearts—
They seem to stand up tall, and measure equally.
I don’t think it wise to hurry, I think it best to wait;
Things either come too early or arrive punctually late
They are my greatest enemy—
It is my wild heart and pragmatic head I hate.
If one day I plainly said to you
“I love you, dear, do you love me, too?”
—And you ran away and hid from me—
I would probably smile and say
“Well, I never loved you either,
And I don’t love you today;
When you ran away from me,
I looked the other way.” |
Submission Name: Cognitive Dissonance
