Smitten you, Stoic me
You moved fast, I stood glued
Still and Passive
Hardened by my pride
detached but committed
I’m snail, she’s cheetah
Eventually, I’ll awake
Lofty hope she carried
scary wish I pursued
Indecisive about love, but certainly in love
Alas, I did rise
But her wait had lapsed
The cheetah had lost its limbs
Indifferent to my plight
she charted a new course
the tide favor me not
Aloof, i think out loud
I used to be here
Now,the scales have tipped
But brown, I’m ready now
Yet, your ego fails me
As I stood at the river bank, mourning the lost love, my gaze drifted to the water and my reflection stared back at me.
I become still- unsure of what I feel about what I see- but still, my reflection stares me down as my heart burned out.
And this is what I saw:
I am the enigma the world has failed to understand
I am a mystery beyond my own comprehension
I stood toe to toe with the agents of disdain,
and smiled.
I perpetually root for the underdog.
I dwell in the underground, unconventional, genre.
I’m fascinated by villians.
My heart is lost on an island in Fiji,
I’m saving up miles to re-unite with her.
I’m not one for conventions, but I adjust,
I try.
Compromise has always been an option.
I abhor cliches but I live with them.
I’ve never been content with mediocre,
But the earth somehow expects,ordinary,
to suffice.
I always seem to be at odds with the elements,
my supposed wingman.
Money, the fuel of existence,
I desire above others
But love- the essence of being
I contend with, everyday.
In a nutshell,
there goes my reflections.
Rather, some of it.

Wow, such profound emotions. Some of the lines seemed to be directed at me……
Thanks a million