Ages and Time

I have heard tales and people say That I wouldn’t be too limited if I had a large range of friends with epic experiences. Friends? Yeah friends But I got a question for you Will they break me make me? Crazy adventures and high expenditures. Income less after Christmas and I got to scream holy Jesus. As a girl I chose writing over makeup, because even those with the prettiest makeup still get to break up. Talk of eye-opening revelations From sophisticated insults Of ancient tales from worthless tongues Or of priceless foods for thought From words of the least thoughtful Concerning my furs and claws And how they could have been my greatest asset yet If only I'd ended my rapport with a pack Of unseasoned Wolves And begin hunting with a pride of experienced Lions Lions? No I mean friends with lion hearts? They say But I got questions Fearless and Courageous Or Friendless and heartless The ones that break me or make me. Take me on crazy adventures with irrationally high expenditures. That renders one income less and after Christmas, you realize Damn… Can a man eat his cake and still have it? Not even holy Jesus with all his miracles Is that indiscipline I traded my roars for howls My muse for burgers Creativity varnished And I basked on vain glory; Needless repetition of lines And the stage director Telling me to be like the rest Conform with the trend Deny my identity Change my intonations and My message to seduce the crowd. Yes! It worked perfectly I had the fame, yes, Even the fortune But deep down I wasn't happy My heart was breaking On the inside, I was dying There and then I noticed and understood that my foolishness was like Zee World; extraordinary every day. Everything around me made me feel guilty, Guilty of infidelity It's true what they say that You don't know what you have Until you lose it I overly cared for the crowd at my own expense I was confusing them and I knew Because two can't fall victim for a lie He who lies knows he is lying Yet I convinced myself to believe I was convincing them If only I knew To be blinded by love is bad To have your love blinded by ignorance is worse But love blinded by ignorance plus arrogance Leads to utter destruction Just like Judas Iscariot I was betraying them, this time not with pieces of silver but with lines carefully crafted into poetry I didn't even understand. Pictures in frames, memories outlined, footsteps of old hovering around us. Stories about how the old Poets can lecture you the best Folktales are very essential in storytelling, haven't you heard? So how can your teachers be the ones who play mind games with allusions? Grandma asked How could she come in terms with the fact that modern civilization brings the beauty of the day old bride, poetry? Her art, my art, our art are the same so seniors don't pick on us. Maybe time was all I needed, With every tick tock tick tock Came a new outlook to life Now I look at who I have become And I hide my face behind the palm of my hands I should have known With time, I would get better But maybe I was too little too late. Now with every moment of regret I bury in the sands of time, I am always left wishing "If only RIP could mean RETURN IF POSSIBLE .