For What Reason Do I Ride On Clouds
For what reason I'm more than often sad...
if warm rain gives life to beautiful roses:
can skies change from grey to blue in an instant?
For what reason do I run from happiness?
Are these thoughts erased from the writing pad,
ignoring what causes bitterness and regret?
The lonelier I am, the more restless I get;
I mistake affection for something else;
loving the wrong person is not the solution
to replace my loss and ignore delusion...
throwing away each kiss and embrace:
a betrayer lives nights of cold sweat!
For what reason do I ride on clouds?
I can easily mistake passion for affection
and let delusion turn into useless despair!
For what reason do I object to being realistic...
take apart everything and find out if it's fair
to stay faithful, and avoid being egotistic?
Could I stand on a pedestal and show devotion,
and not follow others that look for false lovers?
Is it worth losing all the joy
I felt and owned yesterday?
Who has patience always wins chasing dreams;
I hate to be the one hanging from tiny strings!
For what reason do I get so weak
touching without words to speak?
Holding someone you adore is feeling very happy;
loving someone you trust is being more than lucky!
For what reason do I doubt promises...
whispered sweetly when desire rises?
For what reason do I ride on clouds
and not think that liars are clowns?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2022
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