Life is a mystery;
One that I’ll never really fathom.
Yet I still study its history,
Forming thoughts to help me imagine.
And concepts never apply.
Try as you might– you’ll still be strange,
Try some more, but by a corner you’ll still cry.
Should we care—
About the things people say?
Fight it fair and square?
Or let their knives deform you like clay?
And who you are–
Upon what is that based?
On what they saw described in your star?
Or everything else you once faced?
Hasn’t the past already departed?
Why look into it again,
When it’s the thing I’ve long since parted?
Why judge me on the first glance,
When it’s only what you just saw?
I’ve still so much to enhance,
And it’s my life— it’s what I’ll draw.
We care about reputation.
When it’s a sad, sad threat,
Looming over every single nation.
It’s their word against yours—
Indeed, a fine game of chess,
But who is it to settle the scores?
Now I think I’ve strayed a bit far,
So let’s get back to the subject.
I’ll talk about the scar,
And in that, I’ll be direct.
They’ll walk round and trudge,
Not caring about what they blurt.
So now it’s only up to you,
To give them what they need.
Hand over the glue,
And tell them we’re all a broken breed.
No one’s perfect,
But that’s the way it should be.
In everyone lies a bit of a wreck,
Mostly hidden under the sea.
And yes: life’s still to me unknown,
But that’s one down and a million more to go.
With that one issue finally blown,
I guess I’ll just have to take it slow,
And believe that truths will one day rise and glow.
What did you think of my rather rhythmical rant? Enjoyed it? Should I make rhyming rants a thing or just get back to bulky paragraphs? Which part did you relate to the most? The bit about the glue and the one about the sea are my personal favourites, to be honest.
Everything aside, I hope you all have a lovely day and I look forward to your feedbacks~
–Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka)