Life is just different dynamics that defer from different tactics.
Just remember to relax into the static dramatics.

Is the will mine or yours?
To repeat this same stagnant routine.
Remind me again of it's poor blatant significance,
Tell me has it lost it's lustered taste?

Such dramatic tactics you bring,
Tell me, why?
You waste it on, white washed pictures faded out under decades worth of dust.
Is it simply for the moment satisfaction that a bleak meaningless truth still surfaces, blurry from years of forgetfulness?

It's not relatable,
maybe debatable, it's relevance to current evident evidence.
Is it not all about what makes you uncomfortable?
To confront the truth or to conform for the lie.


© SaraM