When Do I Listen?
When do I listen?
Upbrung by three
a Constant and his two wives
One is Control, one is Variable
Jekyll and his Hyde, alive in one
An experiment conducted in a fog of
serotonin and liquid courage
transforms her into reflected self-worth
When do I listen?
Not now.
Her free thoughts unaffected by
structure and argument are laid at my feet
They tell of half-truths that
don't belong with me
When control is retrieved
the thoughts are forgotten
Laid in ashes on a beach
intent on their non-existence
When do I listen?
Not now.
Control veils her feelings
in religion and Chinese whispers
passed into her meanings
unfounded and unfought
Truth and circumstance
puncture the veil
releasing doubt
de-stabalizing her person
When do I listen?
Not now.
She welcomes the weakness
unbalancing her faith
but remaining taut in her hollow form
I can see her frame of mind
winding through itself
ending at the start
starting at the end
Moving thoughts
through a never-ending loop
Can't she see it too?
When do I listen?
Not now.
Encouraged by her Constant
she looks for good
where there is only resentment
Perhaps that is why
rambling lives while resolution dies
When once she was Control
she has reversed
Allowing time
to christen Hyde as familiar
and Jekyll has her hidden passenger
When do I listen?
Upbrung by three
a Constant and his two wives
One is Control, one is Variable
Jekyll and his Hyde, alive in one
An experiment conducted in a fog of
serotonin and liquid courage
transforms her into reflected self-worth
When do I listen?
Not now.
Her free thoughts unaffected by
structure and argument are laid at my feet
They tell of half-truths that
don't belong with me
When control is retrieved
the thoughts are forgotten
Laid in ashes on a beach
intent on their non-existence
When do I listen?
Not now.
Control veils her feelings
in religion and Chinese whispers
passed into her meanings
unfounded and unfought
Truth and circumstance
puncture the veil
releasing doubt
de-stabalizing her person
When do I listen?
Not now.
She welcomes the weakness
unbalancing her faith
but remaining taut in her hollow form
I can see her frame of mind
winding through itself
ending at the start
starting at the end
Moving thoughts
through a never-ending loop
Can't she see it too?
When do I listen?
Not now.
Encouraged by her Constant
she looks for good
where there is only resentment
Perhaps that is why
rambling lives while resolution dies
When once she was Control
she has reversed
Allowing time
to christen Hyde as familiar
and Jekyll has her hidden passenger
When do I listen?