Repeatedly bitten, by a thousand
Gleaming star-strewn eyes.
And yet the sting dulls into
Oblivion, amnesia’s innocent surprise.
Life’s bad manners, who
Disregard your empathetic please.
Or a wave that’s not so big,
When it finally rolls onto its knees.
That is the silence in the darkness,
Light in the maddening crowds.
Shocks of boiling currents when Kismet
Plunges you deeper into Fate’s leaden clouds.
Who can entertain grief,
When they’re truly alive?
If one can ponder a dream,
Then why shouldn’t they dive.
Into the fire,
Out of the smoke,
Clear the haze of warnings and
Rip aside Destiny’s cloak.
And if you want to live forever,
Stop sighing, start breathing.
Heart start pumping,
Eyelids start cleaving.
Permission.
Live.
