Later Days

Should I go for the person who knows everything about somethings I like or someone who knows somethings about everything I like

It felt as if my chest was being pushed in,

It was as if I was in love with chasing love

There’s was nothing I could do or couldn't do to stop myself from looking or feeling the splendors of joy. 

It was only morning, but I had only begun to masquerade the thoughts surging to the top of my head. 

Infatuation has got me around it’s finger. 

The day had just started and I was skipping along the way to where no man should ever be proudest and most delighted to see 

Working for an enigmatic emotion. 

Life just drags me with the wind, 

When will I arrive?... 

If that’s what you are asking then I can not answer for this day is too young to have reached an obscure destination 

As time passes, I begin to contradict myself more and more. 

When time moves faster I just move with it. 

This world is the life I already own 

Your’s is the life I need to be in. 

You don’t grant me wishes

The stars, moon, and clouds sliding across the sky is but, a monotony, of everyday I live. 

So I went after you chasing your foot steps imprinted in the sand hoping by the time I reached you they would not be washed away by the changing tides of the night.

Give me your hand and let’s turn this world upside down befitting a right side up love and distorted world. 

I move to the beat, words buoyant, vibes bouncing off the bongo rhythm

Body flowing to the suave and silent head nods of the people. 

The older I get the more I begin to contradict myself. 

I don’t know what this could mean. 

I listen, but what do I hear? 

Words of romance to comfort myself in a lonely night, recurring, is there someone who will give me some kind of alegria? 

I know that I haven’t been a saint, but still I need some tenderness

This exterior is not a facade, I am only human. 

How can I explain this? It hurts so much, 

Only these tethering feathers falling off can tell my story, of this scared dove falling into oblivion. 

Why is it that I dive down when I am not trying to hit bottom, but to have the thrill of life pumping through my veins.

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