Circa
I’m not good at goodbyes,
I guess no one ever is.
Instead, let me grab a pen
and offer you this.
Behind all the smiles
is a jaded soul.
But I am prepared now
to turn away from the wall.
My childhood dream
came true some years ago;
became complacent,
never raised my arrow.
Then a clown appeared
with a wicked performance,
Painted the dark room black
while destroying the balance.
It’s okay. It’ll go away.
It will not cross the line.
Oh my, my gut failed me
for I missed the signs!
Until one day someone pointed out
I am frozen; I am stuck.
This made me realized
I badly needed a whack.
Just this last time,
stop the curtain, let it pause.
I may not see it before,
now I know ’twas for a cause.
Let me thank the clown,
(Yes, even to me it’s a surprise)
because you’ve shaken me up,
promise, tomorrow I’m much wise.
On the other hand, listen here —
the tune was never clear.
Lines: broken and crooked,
the last hammer pre-collided.
Ironic is the middle name
Innocence was never her game.
Manipulative thief of society;
unconscientious wrecker of a family.
Soon there’ll be hazy lights
and hundreds of chirping flights,
which is the shiniest gold,
your choice, truth be told.
So here’s a haystack with a pin.
Helpless, it will never be seen.
Throughout all these miles and miles,
my pristine heart, my truthful smile.
Through moments of stress-defining
are my crowd cheering.
This bridge is for eternity,
thankful for your sincerity.
Behind moments of stress-defining
is my chosen people waiting.
You are my grace underserved,
much more during life’s worst
I’m not good at goodbyes
I guess no one ever is
Packing the good, the bad
and all the in-betweens.
I declare in this shift
it is I who wins.
This sun has finally set
to west from east.
