Let me be..


      let me spill a little time before i save some more
let me lose a couple of miles before i meet with what's in store
                              let my heart falter a bit before it picks up rhythm again
                     let me do a bit of madness before i continue with being sane
                                               let me be a tad reckless...a break from the usual careful self
                                 let me enjoy being sad before into bliss i again delve
                       let me curse a while before i go on ensuing praises
                let me fling epithets somewhat before returning to cultured phrases
                                   let me don the devil's cloak..the perpetual saintly halo is such a bore
let me be the embodiment of bad for a try...
                                       a respite from the mundane good that all seem to adore
                 let me cry for a moment or two before i fall back on the pedestrian smiles
                                              let me bask in greed before i revert to my ideals of no-guile
                              let me mess up once..for why should it always be perfect?
            let me fake it for a change 'coz genuine is so yesterday's effect!

reality realized..

FootPrints of a Vagabond...

tired m i thinking of what 2 do!
all i can come up with is that i should do something new
i should steal colors from a butterfly's wing
try to add some to mine
but wait! i don't have wings! i can't fly..
can't go home no matter how hard i try

so i would borrow some wings...maybe from a sparrow dancing in the dust
but before i set myself free, foreseeing it in the tarots is a must
i see myself dull and frozen beneath a blue lake
to whatever i look back, i see ashes in my wake
did i not leave blooms at all?
how sad i feel for those who have witnessed my fall..

i am tired..i want to rest
but to the strong ugly winds i have lost my little nest
yes i want..i want to do something new
but it seems choices i am left with are indeed very few
i want to swim to the surface
to watch the sun sink in the lake once more
i want to feel warm again..turn my reality into a lore
but i guess i want too much...as my mirages would dissolve at the merest of a touch
i can only walk on the blazing sand with a scorching sky above
i have given it up all that i had once loved

call me a vagabond...mark me as a pariah who has only memories to spill
for i can see no fountain where i can get my next fill
empty from within...ruined to the core
i have wandered long enough from one to the next door
with some i have left a misty smile...with others maybe a tear or two
only proof that i was there..that it was all true..