Two Seconds

Holding nothing against you or anyone else.
Statistically should I be beside you or by myself?
I know there is a reason. There seems to be, or needs to be. Please.
Are you against me? Treason.
I’m down upon my knees.

Time, it flows steadily. The same as when we bleed.
Two seconds, to these questions, all I give you.
Best it be all you need.

Been told I’m right when I know I’m wrong.
Been told I’m wrong when I know I’m right.
Been told it’s not worth one more stupid, pointless fight.

So seen standing here, waiting for the worst.
The solution? Not so simple.
Depending on who you ask.

Owed nothing to no one so nothing expected.
Perfectness is not an issue. Rather, are you stable? Rested?
I know the reasons. Honestly, after all this? Unease.
Black and white. It’s been written.
Stuck down upon my knees.

Time, it flows steadily. The same as when we bleed.
Two seconds, these questions, you ask of me.
Two seconds, all I need.

Tell me. Do you know how it feels not to be the expert,
on your own life? Boiled down to an experiment. Test for others.
To see, if what they believe is wrong or right.
How easily it is for people to offer up so called good advise.
That they wouldn’t take regarding their own life.

So seen standing here, waiting for the worst.
The solution? Not so simple.
And there’s no one left to ask.

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