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"The Plurality of Why: Dancing In The Almost Dark"
I find myself a long long way away from where I might have been
Find myself enraptured by my reflection in the mirror, I don't see me
Just a scant reflection of heartbreak in the longing for younger days
Toiling in obscurity
Banging away for eternity
I cried an hour or so not that long ago
I can't focus well enought to even start to let gush what I keep trapped inside
A pencil-mark of oppression on my writing pad
Something erasable to whisk off and try to forget when the sadness finally goes away
It may at some point
Most likely not today...
Off and On, the reflection of a ripple caused by a swan churning in a pond
Lights go dim, then brighten up a little bit, gotta begin again
Maybe I'll start with a prayer
To begin to erase any trace of the sorrow ingrained within
Try to scratch off the halo marks and reinvent the way I feel
head asunder, splitting off the languid tortured shield
Tryna find a way to make the colors look vibrant again
An image that has a taste, so real it can be
If I could erase the expired segments of me
I'm looking for an antidote to the poisoning inside
Tryna take a pause before stepping against the rolling of the tide
With the possible exception of a scant few moments in my time
I've been too low, not really built up enought karma to take a slide on the wild side
I fear I'll loose my grip at the wrong moment and be looking at the prospect of repeating a grade
A grade of tolerant mediocrity is how it is being conveyed
I am cheerful in a wishy-washy way
I don't fully believe in ascension or trust in the rising of a phoenix
without a good degree of luck and love
it'll inevitably turn out less than great
which to me equals a total bust
I dreamt of you and who I wanted you to be
I wasn't far off
as you are now
But I'm lonesome and serene, resigned to mediocrity in the first degree
I need to fly
I need to stop hesitating
I need to stop asking questions, why?
It takes a lot of energy to ressurect even a moment from the days that used to be
It takes a lot of heart to be unswayed by the longing for happiness in perpetuity
I think I may regain my lost spark
everybody has down moods
even when they are dancing
dancing with a newly lit purpose
dancing in the almost dark
(C) David Venturella 2/22/18