It is hard to view the world in “rose-colored glasses”
So many people posers are out in it showing their@$$&$.
I try to be nice
But posing ain’t for me.
I would rather be real, or
Be compassionate for no apparent reason or agenda.
I try to acknowledge within myself the fatality of the sweet words
With which they speak to me.
See you cannot believe them
Those words fade fast.
The sincerity smells of a rotten disposition.
I would rather be the gum they once liked yet swallowed whole,
Than to be the gum they walk upon in disregard or
Lack of interest
You can catch a fly only after he lands
I am like the fly, yet I will never rest.
Often I will watch without being seen
Hear without being talked to.
That is just my nature.
I will get lost in the woods
All the while enjoying being lost.
When someone actually notices me missing
I will not be at peace.
But until my soul rests, I will certainly make forth a great effort indeed.