Do You Resent Me?

What was a sign of affection

Turned into a sign of sin

And impure thoughts and dirty dreams

Simple love

The stuff of fairy tales

Grotesque disgust

The stuff of sleepless nights



When you spend your days untrusting

And your nights angry

How can you expect the carefree love

Of a tender young girl

To fall into your lap?



When you look around and see

That no one sleeps by your side

Do you cry or do you sigh?



When you look into my eyes

And see that I don't cry

(Not anymore, not like you did)

Do you resent me?

Infinite Loops

Again and again I ask the same questions, again and again I never get an answer. What is wrong and what is right?

Who do I listen to, why should I listen? What would listening mean to me?

Decisions. Opinions.

There never really is a right and wrong path. They are both paths, though one may lead you to pleasant living and the other, living hell.

Some people like to take the safe path, some people like the worn path. Others run into the field and get eaten by lions.

I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. There is a solution. Go up. Or down under.