You blagged and bribed your way
into my cells of grey consideration,
and ever so silvered
streaks, so that in my foolish desire
to recover some semblance of love, and that,
you tried to trick me with people of
totally inappropriate thought;
and so you were never looking to right my life
but, instead, savagely wrong my
hard-won equilibrium: not that was it ever a real life
at all, but neither disaster striking
hull; and so now I see with such a great
clarity that never,
in truth, was I meant to enjoy
a grander future of better times at all.
And instead, it was just a game
of seek, and hide the reality that hate does
rule the insides of your minds.
And equally in truth I now do see why:
for the things I would
rescue from this world of
dark rain are never the stuff you’d care
to treasure, or even attempt to comprehend.
Apprehend maybe; maybe that’s your goal always; but
at least I now know where you always did stand.
And I can finally, proudly, just be
grey cells, in knowing the ultimate
reality which ever informed yous and your