Skeptic

Wrote it back on Jan 19, 2010. 

That, sir, is where the confusion starts

When my head refuses to hear out my heart

And experience takes over the glimpse of hope

The winds say yes, while the weatherman says, Nope.

That dear sir, is my biggest fear till date

To love so much that I begin to hate

Someday I shall balance the two alright

Till then get torn in this darned fight

That, dear friend is why I stopped so long

My lips refused to burst into song

My hands wouldn't hold a pen steady

The soul was alight, but the brain wasn't ready

That also, is where the dreams now clash

And thoughts are nothing more than a brilliant flash

I'll wait for the minute to pass once more,

And laugh at the hopes my heart let soar.

Two happy monkeys

I'm hanging by his hand on a trapeze

And he's my only safety net

He'll kid around and leave the hand

Because he doesn't know it yet

It's the lingering of his fingers

That strikes me as I slip

I'm falling and I notice that

He too is losing grip

I’m wonder how fast we land

And if we’ll live enough to hurt

I hate to think of his happy eyes

Lying lifeless in the dirt

If I was on the trapeze instead

I’d have never dropped him at all

So I’ll land up dead right under him

And hope I break his fall.