Friday, November 12, 2010

Charming the Essence of my Realistic Endeavors of the Truest Kind

I shall hit the wall running full speed ahead
Shattering what was never meant to be
For way too long I supported invisibility
Now with the battle of my sanity I shall say goodbye
So long deceiving dreams, Au revoir, Auf Wiedersehen, Do Svidaniya
As I climb onto realistic sentiments of natural causes
In the presence of those who stand tall

And if I shall be alone, My heart shall turn to stone
To the cold icy fact that those who I thought cared, Never cared
Yet, an epiphany, In the distance I feel a rare presence
Of a foundation of minding endeavors
Shackled by the enigma of distance and time
As I aspire to wait patiently with open arms

Support is rare
At least to a realist’s mind
Where is forward?
When those who never cared are all behind

Life is a mystery, A paradox
Thus it shall never be solved
As I wonder who would join my quest
For the answers to all lessons learned?

In the end
I hope to venture into a realm of no return

Bittersweet, You lied to me from the beginning
And now your end has been exposed
As a foundation built by make believe
Into a land mired in self centered fantasy

And yet it was always you who claimed to be the realist
So long to fictional dreams


Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
11/12/10

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