kapanga
and we're off!
no matter which way we may push and we pull
we float on at the whim of the hands of people
a draft magnified from the wing of a seagull
echoing ripples from bells found upon the steeple
cut out pictures scattered across the desk
clothes on the floor - work uniform, pile of briefs
sprawled across the bed
a thought-revoking show playing from the only light in the room
mind, unmotivated, weary, cluttered, empty.
people listen more when you speak less
you would take a chair, let the shock raise your hair
since when did you care if life ended up fair
i glared as you jumped, i envied you
because at least you dared
there's always a better move, don't play me
no matter what you do it don't phase me
knight A6; don't take it, cause baby i'm going crazy
clash of the titans. the king died for his queen
but the board fell apart at the seams
and the queen fell along with the kingdom in not-so-quiet screams
she sat in the corner, one of those hipster types
i walked up with a thermos, whiskey mixed with sprite
her lips looked nice, draped in red paint
i cared too much. she made my head faint
"good to see you again," she said carefully
"looks like you're doing well," she said warily
"been drinking much?" she asked carefully
"no," i smiled. life was better lived carelessly
chained to the wall, whip and belt aquiver
light at the end of the tunnel turns into a sliver
mister is it a crime that i happen to miss her
sour taste like a blister in the way of a tongue twister
bronze. might as well be the color of shit
her eyes said to me, not hesitating a bit
if you're not first, why try
if you're the worst, let it die
life is a competition
a bloodthirsty disposition
i hate it.
this is not destined, but it is determined. there are agents in our lives that dance and intertwine and speak to each other in a language that we do not understand, conspiring and forming our bodies, our souls. chemical impulses, physiological and psychological yearnings, experiences, and an innate animalistic nature that we aim to control and contain. "destiny" is a whimsical, fantastical belief in something intangible and imagined. "destiny" is not an agent in our lives, just like our own "free will" is not. there is no use in fighting that which is already determined.
crushed in her palm
i swear i gave it my all
but i am only human
lost in the body i grew in
i am weak to her meek sensibilities
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