#where there's a will...

Its like I think I got the world in my hands but what I see before me

is not what I feel with the tips of my fingers as the nerves dance across the canvas."

(Why does my ego insist on feeding deceptivity

when being true to me only serves to benefit those who crave the whole of the me that is?)

"Does such a person exist and can you be them,"

because my expectations had been too much for those who rose and fell simply because they weren't you.

But I'd have to say I'm a fool and then

that I'll always care and that stuff when you know damn well I don't want to leave but I have to.

And then when what little's been said and done, I will have gotten my way but the battle was far from won.

One day you looked up and didn't feel the same.  I can't blame you.  I was lame with my love for you unabound in reckless abandon.  It's all the same, I couldn't contain it and there was no taming such vigor coursing through my veins.

"Sh..." you'd say.

I didn't put that smile there, for a second ago it was a scowl cuz I was being me and I ain't had none in awhile.  Not mad its there just sad I can't compare to whatever else you've become aware of as though I'm not on your island.  Anymore.