Positive person in any way.
Romanticist for sure but many a
Times a sense of existentialism
Keeps getting at me to make
Think I'm a nihilist.
I'm that person who doesn't
Want the roses to die.
But not the one who believes
That its beauty can indefinitely last.
I'm a realist that way but I
Also have this urge to glorify
Elegance of that rose and
Believably explain its
Aesthetic impact.
But then again I'm afraid of
The thorns too- so there's always
A sense of restraint from
Any form of attachment.
And sometimes the fear of
Thorns stretches so much that
They take the shape of a ghost
To haunt me at night.
Amused by the freshly arrived
Spring and equally haunted
By the autumn that would
Shower dry leaves-
I tread carefully between
The narrow lanes of two faces
Of a coin. I know it's head
Or tail any given day.
But I overthink about the thin
Rim of the coin that might decide
To beat the two definite odds.
I'm definitely a skeptic that way-
But am I?
Romanticist for sure but many a
Times a sense of existentialism
Keeps getting at me to make
Think I'm a nihilist.
I'm that person who doesn't
Want the roses to die.
But not the one who believes
That its beauty can indefinitely last.
I'm a realist that way but I
Also have this urge to glorify
Elegance of that rose and
Believably explain its
Aesthetic impact.
But then again I'm afraid of
The thorns too- so there's always
A sense of restraint from
Any form of attachment.
And sometimes the fear of
Thorns stretches so much that
They take the shape of a ghost
To haunt me at night.
Amused by the freshly arrived
Spring and equally haunted
By the autumn that would
Shower dry leaves-
I tread carefully between
The narrow lanes of two faces
Of a coin. I know it's head
Or tail any given day.
But I overthink about the thin
Rim of the coin that might decide
To beat the two definite odds.
I'm definitely a skeptic that way-
But am I?