FOOLS GOLD
There are times you're so simply
Unapologetically you!
Killer times, when jaws drop
At your tickling vile sass
What they don't know, is
There are times you've fallen -
Head first (Squashed like a bug),
You've broken your teeth
Just as easily as your soul has been battered today
They don't know, you
Cry out over shattered pieces
When trying to reassemble them
Like a jigsaw puzzle, to no avail
All pieces incompatible, no longer does unity thrive
Scattered - are atoms
Of intricacies, that not a proper soul could find
Captiviting you in tragic imprisonment
Your sass still just as tickling,
An essence so vigorous
To observers you're a daring maverick -
To yourself you're in shambles
Scrutinizing oneself in a mirror
Expecting an image of a bygone you,
A yearning for the reflection of the serenity you've held in sight
Paha…
Don't lie to yourself, that image,
Has never existed
With every peek at the glassy metal
The enslaving shackles sing
Cling…
Clong…
Clang…
At all glances,
Chains continuously welded
To the cold stone concrete beneath
Your argyles
What escape can there be -
When your own mind incarcerates you?
Whilst in reality
There's nothing more than you
Alone