"Ropes"
Daily monotony,
Failed monogamy.
It's ridiculous.
Locked into schedules and patterns that fit the curve.
And breaking the curve makes Them mutter.
The words flow,
And the questions follow.
Mundane sentences,
Obvious paradox.
It's perplexing.
Why does this logic not make sense?
Zero seems more real than anything.
They say life is a series of moments.
Who are They, anyway?
Misplaced affection,
Sought acceptance.
Herd mentality.
You don't know him in the least.
And it's the quirks we love, anyway.
And inside you're dead, but I don't know it yet.
Just like that cold star. So far away.
Unheeded admonition,
Point taken.
It's dejecting.
There are those among us who must learn by experience
The first, the second, and the thirtieth time.
The art leaves its mark,
Sometimes in inane ways.
Awkward ignorance and
Persistent error,
It's bleak.
You were first to see, and last to get it.
How much study did you need?
Now there's a crying girl in a green stone hallway,
And that wave of commiseration only serves to make it worse.
Conscious choice,
Unintended consequence.
Common sense?
You lock yourself away, distrusting attention.
And grey really is your favorite color.
Turn up the radio, but mute the commercials.
Guitars make the world so much better.
Old bureaucracy and
Marx's bourgeoisie.
Both familiar.
I now understand why those French words might scare people.
But it's time to stop placing blame...except where due.
And the problems go away as you age.
But that, more than likely, says something about you.
Don't settle.
Ropes by Deluminated

