Sunday, 9 November 2014

I'll not say a word..

You lament for all that could have been. Everything you see, now or then, your prodigy - groomed and guided under the sun with the control as simple as a slick tap of your feet. But I wish I was there too.

I put forth this question to you, with my own resilience, my own sense of right and wrong. Right OR wrong. They think it's defiance; some say it's arrogance. I could be defiant, if I had ever accepted the standards put forth me. Then again, I wish not to displease anyone.

In the words you say, there's a choice you've made.

You can look to the other side. You can shut your eyes.

But when the right time comes, and it will - it won't grieve your absence. This moment will transform into a triumphal silence. 

I'll not say a word..

..You'll notice.

And I promise, when you open your eyes, I'll find you, again. And the world 'll not be the same place as you knew it. Your intentions were never bad, you'll be glad. 

But you'll be left wishing you had been a part of it all.

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