like the fog on the glass
love is a sickness, a poison
but its one of those unique happenings
where your regrets are optimistic
and all the faults that are normally so visible
become transparent, like glass
or a newly forgiven soul.
and when ignorance
or avoidance of the issue
are habits that are not so easily formed
all you have left to do is shrug
and hope
and move along your lifeline
with a mysterious euphoria
content yet anxious
joyful yet uncertain
happy and yet, unhappy,
because the realization will come
when you step out of the shower
and because you spent so much time looking outward,
you had forgotten to look inward
and the window to your soul is so fogged up
that no matter how many times you try to wipe it clean
it remains foggy, and you're left with only
the blurry form of you.
but its one of those unique happenings
where your regrets are optimistic
and all the faults that are normally so visible
become transparent, like glass
or a newly forgiven soul.
and when ignorance
or avoidance of the issue
are habits that are not so easily formed
all you have left to do is shrug
and hope
and move along your lifeline
with a mysterious euphoria
content yet anxious
joyful yet uncertain
happy and yet, unhappy,
because the realization will come
when you step out of the shower
and because you spent so much time looking outward,
you had forgotten to look inward
and the window to your soul is so fogged up
that no matter how many times you try to wipe it clean
it remains foggy, and you're left with only
the blurry form of you.