mastering slaveryA Poem by sEyetheI tend to try not to try too hardWhy is it that I feel like I try so hard It’s as if I was sent here to only try Others do as they please While I try to please what I have to do Pleasing objects, as if the mirror Bares gifts The gift of rhetoric Trying to conjure up words Words that will seem as if I didn’t Try too hard at not trying After every attempt at not trying I see now that I have been trying To be different while being like them The fact that I
am trying not to try Means nothing as they also try at some things Perfection is what I seek I try to master not trying But I end up being a slave of Trying
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