Disgust disguised as approval.
Mistakes described as youthful.
Contort these festered emotions,
Into already burdened brains
And reject any suggestion,
From overly successful names.
We wallow in incompetency
For fear of revelation.
We hide behind inaction
With fear of instigation.
Are the occurences we face
Worth melting your mask.
Or is giving us space
An unbearable task.
We'll never have our taste,
If we hang on to our flask.
But give ourselves the grace
To indefinitely bask
In the bliss of misdirection.
I like this. KS
I like this.
KS
Beautifully said...
Beautifully said...