CHILDISH TRIPS
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 reality by actions
Words are so silent to the ear even when spoken
Until demonstrated through actions
As long as I'm in my youthful days
These childish trips I still fall prey
Written by ©Afrifa Francis Osei Tutu (Chulqhid_OT)
Nice piece
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