The Box

You see me through the pinkest shade of rose colored glasses and I'll never understand why you take them off and never look in the mirror                      
             
Passion  driven efforts glistening, executed for transformation  and restoration  
Over-dedicated,under-rated, emotions expressed but not felt..
I yearn to feel the satisfaction of the road paved with purpose and drive        
                 
Like a pack of hyenas, I watch as you stare lustfully at the image of balance.
Forcing me to realize that the eyes you seek for are blind to your words as though you were writing to blind mice.

You oversimplify complexity and complicate simplicity,

You plant cracks and throw stones as I stand baffled and finding that I confuse the understanding as to understand the confusion.    

But there comes a time when you have to stop crossing oceans and walking    through deserts...

I find myself empathising and sympathising to my own word, over  -analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened. But in the end you leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on...

By: Linda RM Baumann
02 August 2016
06h14