#toeachonesown

“I went to see my parents earlier..

Both seemingly seated on mountain top..

Both savoring an eternal breather..

For their time had come frozen to a stop.

Good and ill thoughts began to stampede in..

The is, the was and the what might have been.

It could all get extremely haunting..

Images of pain and suffering.

But these are now but senseless to dwell on..

To suck it all in is to inhale poison.

And so as with anything I just try to look at the bigger picture..

The lessons learnt and the fact that this life can never be entirely pure.

For losing mother then father brought some sort of a stripping of pride..

When in the end all that is left are but dust in boxes side-by-side.”

Everything has another side of the story.

And this may very well be the key to offset the lunacy,

caused by everyday redundancy.”

“You are bleeding through and that is an open secret..

That’s why you escape via pills or a plane ticket.

You’re trembling, your body’s every bolt and nut..

I understand circumstances shook you but..

No matter where you are headed to..

Out of town trip, abroad or the two..

You might feel some ease..

But never find peace..

For how do you expect to find solace for your need to be comforted?.

If you carry that heart everywhere which is all twisted and distorted.

And so as you go north, south east or west..

Reassess yourself and learn from the test.

Because sometimes a transformation is given but one chance..

Should you fail to see, all is lost in a matter of a glance.”

“I look at you now my eyes see a different person..

What has become of you and where had my old friend gone?

Your speech used to be spontaneous and animated..

But now it sounds like it’s programmed and automated.

Your stories of past were fun and funny..

Now it’s all the same old same old story.

So what has become of and where had you gone, I ask again?

For I find it difficult to sustain, this game of play-pretend.”

“Searching for something I just can’t seem to point a finger at..

"Cut the projection if I may say so.. Enough with the pose and just let it go. You talk and walk like a droid already.. You know that puppet with the wind-up key? What's ironic is you speak of the heart and soul.. Of paradise and of that state of fire and coal. Both of which I do not sense from you anymore.. That's why it would be nice if you just let it pour. I do not know what happened with or how you do it you see?. You say you went through rebirth but it's not what my gut tells me."