time after time, things keep happening,
no one knows the reason
we look to blame
we search in vain,
quick to say another's name
never willing to look within
to see the answer is always there,
inside us,
no need to fuzz
because,
when the time comes,
we made the choice
we put up with the noise
we went out with the boys
she is mad,
then glad,
when you feel guilty
see in the end, it's filthy
that we all want the other to feel blame,
you want her responsible,
she wants you responsible
to some it's impossible to see,
that we are all accountable
that no one is excused
not even the abused,
we all play a part,
in us growing apart,
its just easier,
much easier,
to put it all on someone else,
and never yourself,
to live as if,
life is a gift,
where everything...happens to us,
... hmm...
ReplyDeleteI really liked it, tis true my friend. "there's always someone else to blame".
ReplyDeleteYou know how you said to go do something crazy? I didn't really do anything crazy til today; I cut my hair super short like...I don't know, but everyone thinks I look like a boy. Oh well, it's crazy, and I'm rebuilding/reworking myself. Just felt like showing a piece of my life to you, just because.
ReplyDeleteAND, I like this, a lot, actually. Very...very...true, realistic, in fact. I do that a lot...blame things on others. My way of coping; not very healthy, huh? How are you, by the way? How did the scriptwriting classes go? Sorry I'm so late in responding...been a very hectic month.
wow Frank.. haven't been around to read your blog lately.. I have so much to catch up on. I like the poem though, really deep :) hope you are doing well, take care!
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Annie how are you? thanks for passing by, best wishes for you
ReplyDeletereally nice flow bro
ReplyDeletethanks Roger
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