Losing control is taking its toll,
When life runs amok,
Pretend not to give a Fuck,
but the pain of another,
the one who once smothered,
leaves me shaken and lost
wishing I had no heart,
like a tin-man robot.
Staying strong never felt so wrong,
and so I walk on patiently,
hoping history won’t perform
an encore play for me,
of a classic tragedy wherein
Fear and Love marry in front of me,
the witness to the challenges bestowed upon
He, the warrior in an odyssey.
God, I beg for time to not slip away from me.
Please make these live scenes slow-motion
for the time being.