Unrequieted Life
Unrequited Life
You sharpen ten pencils / and wonder how much wood will you shave/ to undress an idea of hope/ that you have something important to write/ and say.
You undress someone/ and ask yourself "How many times have I seen this scene?"/ How many times will you fight the urge to ask that someone/ "How many times have you done this scene?"/ done it for countless others/ who have given up on the notion that/ making two cups of coffee in the morning/ is infinitely better / if someone else takes the second cup :)
Nothing is new.
But the questions are bigger than the answers / as big as sharpening pencils / or shopping for a certain shade of green/ in the sport shirt you normally buy/ and wear/ if only to describe / another shade of boredom/ another trick to bait someone / to compliment you on your excellent taste.
You can stretch your soul just before it rips / and not cover half of Megamall / boil explanations for sadness / and not trick an ounce of comfort / sit at Oprah's feet / and not befriend anyone / including yourself:(
These are the distances between stops / afternoons between meals / the only day before that certain night / before the constancy of spring collections give way/ to the inconvenient suspicion / that you won't be there next time / no more invitations / no more front row seats / no more tomorrows.
Walk into each morning / like it's been washed the night before / bring out the Limoge and use them/ wear that new pair of Prada's today / dispose your disposable income the day after payday!
Rally/ at least sometimes rally to believe / that good china will never chip / that there's a refund for well worn and worn out shoes / that shopping is wiser than taking out life insurance policies / in those brief times ask all questions / but don't wait for answers / or the next big sale.
You sharpen ten pencils / and wonder how much wood will you shave/ to undress an idea of hope/ that you have something important to write/ and say.
You undress someone/ and ask yourself "How many times have I seen this scene?"/ How many times will you fight the urge to ask that someone/ "How many times have you done this scene?"/ done it for countless others/ who have given up on the notion that/ making two cups of coffee in the morning/ is infinitely better / if someone else takes the second cup :)
Nothing is new.
But the questions are bigger than the answers / as big as sharpening pencils / or shopping for a certain shade of green/ in the sport shirt you normally buy/ and wear/ if only to describe / another shade of boredom/ another trick to bait someone / to compliment you on your excellent taste.
You can stretch your soul just before it rips / and not cover half of Megamall / boil explanations for sadness / and not trick an ounce of comfort / sit at Oprah's feet / and not befriend anyone / including yourself:(
These are the distances between stops / afternoons between meals / the only day before that certain night / before the constancy of spring collections give way/ to the inconvenient suspicion / that you won't be there next time / no more invitations / no more front row seats / no more tomorrows.
Walk into each morning / like it's been washed the night before / bring out the Limoge and use them/ wear that new pair of Prada's today / dispose your disposable income the day after payday!
Rally/ at least sometimes rally to believe / that good china will never chip / that there's a refund for well worn and worn out shoes / that shopping is wiser than taking out life insurance policies / in those brief times ask all questions / but don't wait for answers / or the next big sale.
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