Habitually I am overcome with laughter but my mirth seems perfunctory in the eyes of others,
I lack wisdom in the eyes of my misfortune and fate does all its best to hand me misfortunate honours.
Cradled with these unfortunate prizes I am in perpetual mourning,
Misunderstood in the eyes of all I give a refutable warning.
I challenge the unchallenged and die in mocking pity,
I wake from these pitiful dreams and sleep in my misconceptions of reality.
Overcome with grief she too questions her idealistic views,
Desperate to escape she follows my path in unobtrusive ways.
Together at last we reside in darkness and sorrow to quench our curious needs,
Fruitless in all its melancholy justice I look at what she sees.
Peripheral streams of rain sweep past us like a grainy Filmstrip,
Head cast down and anger more ephemeral than late I feel my heart tear and rip. |
