Arrogance
ARROGANCE
Arrogant you say.
With peering eyes, and cautious lies.
Arrogant I said. Repeatedly, a montage of hazy
flashbacks, connections spread, a web of thoughts.
I ask you now, is it arrogant to have a gift,
and strive to keep it present?
Face stoic, you say nothing….I figured.
Or is it arrogant to have a gift, and tarnish it, bleed it dry of all
its use, suck the life from its very lips…
Oh, the naivety of that kiss.
You see yourself with great ambition,
a writer, singer, actor even.
But no, it never happens.
A cornerstone trampled by your own temptations,
the rules you broke,
the crap you spoke.
Well in pure arrogance, you reply,
“ I’m free at least, I lead my own life”,
I laugh. I walk away.
I need not reply, the satisfaction of this lie
keeps me contempt enough.
The simple paradox, hypocrisy, foolishness
to be free yet restricted, by this blatant
cliché.
Obviously not your day.
Go back to your home, sit there, think
ten years time and have you changed?
Are you still free?
And is there choice?
Far away. I rejoice. The gratitude of my determination.
I look back with pity, one small talk
I chose to walk, the opposite direction.
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