Realms of poetry

  I wonder, How some things are just the way they are Hard as I try looking for answers  It's like it is what it is So I stopped searching for what couldn't be found  No matter my thoughtful and conscientious approach towards every action I took I still tripped  Nothing seemed enough  Taking every breath consumed by guilt trip  Not self-imposed but by the vicinity in which I was found  A single response always discovered a question that required another Don't start what you cannot finish - if I had known earlier  Because you tell a lie and like a loop, you may have to lie forever  All to protect the first one  only to wake up one day with the cat let out of the bag  It's like falling into fire in attempt to escape the discomfort of the frying pan Futile decisions when one truth could set you free  One moment I embrace love and it's kind  The next it is shooed away by a heart not so kind Growing immune to these tender expressions Laying faith aside as I measured real