Never been so sure a while back but now it’s all gone
no longer feel it’s presence
perhaps ears are not sharp enough
to capture sounds
just afraid to accept the inevitable
can as well wait for it
probably a dream
what to do when the heart can’t be kept in check
out to investigate
assumptions instigated against the known
cool it was at a point
real too but now can’t decipher
maybe drifting from believe
what would be what wouldn’t
wish to hear it all
to embraace the improvised
when desired wasn’t meant to be
packing up from the wrong path
certain once truth is unraveled.
Sometimes concrete then abstract
never really there that’s all the mist says
an urge so strong to hold onto something deep
desperate for a sign to keep
pushing but then again it’s a mirage….
When the odds are favourable it’s felt
very much obvious
the eyes seeing a lot
putting tasks on the worktop making it seem a lie
perhaps exaggerating what isn’t trim the feathers so it flies less
no trespasses contented with truth
and will happily wait for the comet no matter how long.
Like an allergy, causing much trouble
doesn’t feel good to the stomach anymore
blinded by answers present yet not seen
causing so much reactions
contents seeking for an escape route
pressure maybe telling
the craved answer should be the epinephrine.
Inspirational instrument 