Isn’t it ironic? Don’t you think?
Why is he there? Why is he placed there?
You keep looking at him but never make the move.
It’s not like you, the girl who sang Crazy for You.
Or… it’s exactly who you are.
He’s there, completely out of place
like a killed animal head hanging on the wall
satring at you without a word a sound
and you stand there, staring back
What are you thinking?
What’s with the stubborness?
Cut it out, or cover your eyes like an otter
But it’s always hard to avoid the stare
You always feel it
You make yourself feeling it
It’s actually not there
You want it to be there though you want it to be gone
It’s crazy what something you’re used to can do to you
and the desire that coming from nowhere
urging you to take the chance
to do something futile
You don’t even want to grasp
Concentrate. Here.
It’s like a drop of coler in the water
slowly fades away
tout est calme et tranquille
is it?
One Response to “misplaced”
My heart tells me that if there’s a chance to be taken it is always the right decision.
If one’s first thought is “I wonder if I can succeed?” and not “Is this the best decision?” then the choice of those truly living is always to strive for what they have dreamed.
Failure is irrelevant; simply a lesson that in the future will culminate in success.