Oct 14, 2007 23:27
Hopefully nobody out there hates me. I can see why they would, but that doesn't mean I regret why they might hate me.
And now my happy poem:
Near to tears, even hindsight is shaded.
When did life become a jumble of motions?
Gestures of kindness becoming gestures of habit.
When did life turn from whispering secrets,
to divulging them?
-Hide and Seek into Cops and Robbers-
And it always seems like we're the bad guy.
When was it decided
that life isn't fair?
We could make it if we wanted.
When did we pick teams?
and who was 1st captain?
And where has the simplicity of the phrase "Olie-ollie-oxen-Free" gone?
Now with blurred vision,
we see our desires cleanly.
and our eyes full of blindness
inspire questions of creation.
How can we simplify ourselves
unless we acknowledge our illogic?
EDIT: Cherry blossoms fall at five centimeters a second. Is it better that they fall so slowly? They spend more time at their peak, I suppose... but they spend less time fearing what the bottom is like if they don't even have time to worry about it. Just thought you might like to have a question to ponder.