i wanted to be a good man
like the perfect picture of never man
i tried but then I got headaches,
hinging on the thoughts of another man
i had bad breaks,
running on the ideologies of everyone
i was rebuked for every trivia mistake,
trying to tally with the high stake
hard i worked for perfection, but grew cloyed,
tempted by sights that allure,
lured by appetites most gorged
by holy scripts and society graded,
my endeavors lambasted,
by people with secrets x-rated
failures and depressions awaited,
in every steep and every bend
...until i became one of them
of all that fuel their urges, learned,
...until i slipped into more vain,
of all what orgies that define norms, unlearned,
...until i remembered to bear my name,
of myself become aware, relearned
...until i became a broken gem
seeking no more validation
...until i became a fallen stem,
but cry no more for salvation
and
then
i know
we are not the same
in everything, and the few that remain,
is the variety that's life's beau
if i spend my lifetime,
reading the signs society leave in the sand of time
i will one day die,
to realize i left behind no trace of who I am,
but a replica of everyone, everything,
none of me
i quit!
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA
like the perfect picture of never man
i tried but then I got headaches,
hinging on the thoughts of another man
i had bad breaks,
running on the ideologies of everyone
i was rebuked for every trivia mistake,
trying to tally with the high stake
hard i worked for perfection, but grew cloyed,
tempted by sights that allure,
lured by appetites most gorged
by holy scripts and society graded,
my endeavors lambasted,
by people with secrets x-rated
failures and depressions awaited,
in every steep and every bend
...until i became one of them
of all that fuel their urges, learned,
...until i slipped into more vain,
of all what orgies that define norms, unlearned,
...until i remembered to bear my name,
of myself become aware, relearned
...until i became a broken gem
seeking no more validation
...until i became a fallen stem,
but cry no more for salvation
and
then
i know
we are not the same
in everything, and the few that remain,
is the variety that's life's beau
if i spend my lifetime,
reading the signs society leave in the sand of time
i will one day die,
to realize i left behind no trace of who I am,
but a replica of everyone, everything,
none of me
i quit!
#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA
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