Not True
I would say the steps are steep,
but you'd say it's not true.
You'd tell me they were deep,
rife with mysteries asleep.
A sojourner learns
that love is not to keep.
I would say the castle sits so still
but you'd say it's not true
You'd point out all the dancing shadows,
souls that never inked a quill
A nomad learns
a silent muse can kill.
I would say the sun is running
but you'd say that's not true
We, in fact, are turning our back
it's a clever ruse as we stand and accuse
The widower learns
that we don't always get to choose.
but you'd say it's not true.
You'd tell me they were deep,
rife with mysteries asleep.
A sojourner learns
that love is not to keep.
I would say the castle sits so still
but you'd say it's not true
You'd point out all the dancing shadows,
souls that never inked a quill
A nomad learns
a silent muse can kill.
I would say the sun is running
but you'd say that's not true
We, in fact, are turning our back
it's a clever ruse as we stand and accuse
The widower learns
that we don't always get to choose.
posted by Anonymous | 10:55 am
I usually hate things that rhyme, but I like this. A lot.
Not only is it rythmic but very descriptive of the argumentative nature that some possess in the fact that they ALWAYS have to be better or right or blah blah blah. It also shows that sometimes others can open our eyes to things we overlook every day. just a thought from both sides.
Thanks, restless. I don't usually have anything in mind when I start writing, so I don't start to see things until other people point them out.