What's a day,
Without
Some
Thoughts?
What's history,
Without
Some
Dates?
What's worrying,
When
All we do
Is
Hurry?
Introspection
Teaches
Us
A
Lesson or two.
But what does it all mean
If every day
We wake
Up to
The sky being
Blue?
Extroversion doesn't
Change our
Introduction.
But does change
Our
Comfort.
I wish
I could
Be
The perfect
Person
For
Every moment,
But my life
Is a series
Of
Events
Dictated by
Success
And
Failure.
Nothing
Grey
Like
The 50 shades
We've all been told
About.
What's this all about?
The answer
Lies
In the words,
Not the feelings
Attached to them.
Never have words
Had meaning
Quite
Like the ones
We tell ourselves
To wake up each
Day.
Live each
Moment.
Fight each
Fight.
The reality
Is as unreal
As it is
Genuine.
Like
Leather,
It takes a little
Skin
To make a
Bag.
Open up.
It may never all
Fit.
But the beauty
Is,
It
Overflows.
A zipper will
Never
Hold
In
All these secrets
We call
Life.
The thing is:
It
Never
Was
Meant
To.