Breaking promises became commonplace,
in this place,
saying things I did not mean,
with ease,
without any hesitation,
And so I wondered about the quality of my conscience,
about its intestinal lining,
about whether the winding of all of this is why it got so confusing
I fell victim to the epidemic of apathy in this life,
and gave into inevitability prematurely,
This was not how things were supposed to go,
and surprises were not as romantic as books promised them to be,
At a certain point,
they were just unfulfilled notions of manifest destiny,
and we were all guilty of those,
if not now,
then when,
then then
No comments:
Post a Comment