Complication

In each upheaval stands a chance to fall
In each fall stands a chance to break it
For every pursuit we make, we give our all,
There whispers a silent lie telling you
“Your not gonna make it”

A lie with any other name will sound as sweet,
A tale showering with glee till it makes me weep,
When revelations appear, I burst into gear,
Screaming a voiceless cry, trying hard to shed a tear.

Why so emo?
Why so sad?
C’mon chill its not that bad.

If it drives me in too deep,
I drift away to sleep.
If it leads me to a trap,
I jump it in a snap.

Much to my disbelief,
Sincerity is obsolete.
Grab what I can,
Have the world in my hand.

For this life is selfish as it is.