TAME

How far can u let it go? Do you even want to let it go? Can’t rely on it to beating. It’s just another night and it wants me to let it free for once.  It wants to Fly up in the sky, dig deep down the gutter and playfully shoot everyone around. 

For once it wants to live, without any speculations, judgments; it wants to love fiercely with no one in between no religion no regulations. Its wants to be set free yet how far can it go?

It wants to dream big devoid of it being broken when reality hits harder than a truck. It wants to travel land and sea, to find chemistry more than a science. Climb the highest peak and it wants me right beside it yet how far can I go?

It is drained of telling me what it wants for I always give ’em broken promises. It challenges my opinion, pry in my business detect a lie. It says am hideous, hideous at showing my emotions. I like to keep my issues down yet how far can I go?

It’s always darkest before the dawn; it refuses to give up on me and a strenuous task to get rid of it. Yet how long can I deny?  I really like it to take over me for it promises to show me a new side of the world. How can I agree when we are both the same person with paradox inhaled? Yet how far can we go?

WE KNOW!!!

Wings were suppose to make you soar high, not bring you tumbling down. It should make you feel free, make you invincible but instead it’s like a weigh that drags you down. Even weighs can be tossed out at one point but these wings are attached to you like a dreadful past that you ought to forget but can’t and comes back to haunt you in your good days. It’s like a ghost on your shoulder that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t shake it off.

You are one in a hundred with beautiful colours swirling all over you, like god sent his most precious painter to carve striking patterns like you were an empty canvas. This is at least what you would like to believe. The way the giants look at you in awe while you would make sure everyone is happy like a little super hero you are.  But deep in the core you know it would never be enough. The one in your tiny world who taught you everything, whom you treated like your world, to whom you showered with every hard work and strong drive and you still know you would never be enough to them.

That’s when you would feel like a trash, to cut out the wings and bury them and set yourself free. Very ironic how could the one thing that you were very sure of make you feel so lost. Like you were gratified with the most fine-looking sunset and somehow your vision betrays you and you can’t seem to figure out anything. Like you were dragged into a ghost town, no one to trust and everything would be falling out and you would be left with your tiny hands to put everything back into places.

You wonder if they really wanted you to succeed in the first place. Why squander away time in teaching you if they had had enough of you. Now here you are in the moment when everything is calm and collected falling off a height with a cut out wing, spinning round and round as if the world around you would disappear if it goes any faster. But you had never felt so right, so happy at the moment and everything falls into pieces. No pride and No prejudice. And you never felt at peace than in the moment.