Tag: lost peace gum chew wandering wondering poem

 

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.

MwsR ❤