Saying What You Will

Why do you pester me with long passages of melodrama

When you could have easily summed it up easily

If only you'd taken a breath and used a little brevity

However; as this is your comatose state

I will not judge you for not finding the words

When at first you don't succeed as they say

Whoever they are we do not know

Gladly I disembark from your cluttered vessel

And sail among an ocean of disappointments 

Where seldom people ever find solace

But they find a way to be content

Even if for an eve or two

While the stars bow down their weary heads

And hold the hands of the children's hearts

Where your words are worthless when storms are brewing

The masses are terribly unsure what you're doing

While these waters toss me hitherto

I cannot in good faith let the gods of my feelings rule me

Nor can i falter in my steps because doubt rules me

the good will has passed and god will do what he will with me

For in these endings it is always on a selfish whim

That i cry out, "Save me, just me, me first, me, me me."

And where i shout these is a place your voice won't carry

In a kaleidoscope of colors

You will see through a magnifying glass

That which I see with my naked eyes

Though i wish they were clothed with spectacles.