Leisurely vanishing into the forges of life
Who knew it would be life wrecking to realise how it all ties up at the end
and that
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
And then creeping into the slight ache that follows
Which doesn’t quench the very need of knowing how to go a step ahead of crawling
Or even the need to compromise to come out of the turmoil
Instead,
manages to push you to the melancholy extremity
and makes you pick up the knife or tie the knot around your neck with the shivering hands
Makes you drown
At a snail’s pace
Deeper, deeper and deeper.
Try
Always try to come out
To not slacken
and dive out of the abyss
To always remain and seem to be the one with the good deeds and
Sure not needy
As all that is praised is power, strength, the brawny
Forget about the sadness that makes you look naive and emotionally vulnerable
As you now know
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
Not rainbows
Nor butterflies.
