Alone

Sit there and I will tell you
A story of a boy
Who was looking for something
That would bring him some joy

There is nothing spectacular
About his life or his tale
He is made to feel comforted
That he would Succeed and not Fail

You may think he is ordinary
Your typical average Joe
I suggest you listen to his story
Only then will you know

He was born on a Sunday
19 years ago
To a Mother and Father
Who will now watch him grow

He is the middle one
Of brothers three
Older creative, Younger logical
The combination was what he would be

In a school he would study
For 14 long years
He would then join college
His mind was set and clear.

The Garden City is where he stays
With Grandparents and all
He would meet new friends
And have a ball

1406 Friends on Facebook
Makes him seem popular
The thought that he is alone
Should not occur

He feels that no one really cares
Out of sight is out of mind
Where is everybody? Says he
No one can he find.

He is a nice and sweet guy
Well, that's what he's been told
He promises to be a great friend
To those stuck in the cold

He goes to work
At this big corporation
In hope that he would find
The answer to Inflation

The monotony of his work
Makes him think on a lateral line
That he would meet someone
And finally be fine

That someone is there
But not the one that he told
He took all the courage to tell her
A bad decision that seemed really bold

Rejection was inevitable
Since he's a really 'nice guy'
It wasn't meant to be
Still he doesn't know why

But that's how life is
You win some and you lose some
And so he finally understood
After a glass of Whiskey and Rum

It's good to have friends
That are there forever
Why complicate matters?
Don't you know better?

Questions he asked,
While watching El Classico
You might have not got the message
Or now you really know

You may want the sun to be Blue
You may want the grass to be Black
What you should know is that they are yellow and green
And that's the harsh fact.

You may want to be with someone
Whom you love and adore
They may not feel the same
No matter how much you want more

The story is not over
Much is left to be written
The boy will pull up his socks
Instead of being love bitten

A slave to routine at work
Now he has become a drone
He has learnt his lesson
That he is never alone.

MIMS

*Click* *Click* *Click**Taptaptaptap* *Click*

It seems to me that this place has become my new home, an escape from reality. I've become fond of the environment. The colors that reflect on the spring river, ebbing and flowing across the plains that predominate my landscape. I sit on the grass waiting for inspiration, solace, depression and elation to carry me to my next venue. This is how I get from place to another; there are no roads, cars, pavements nor tall skyscrapers, just endless fields, filled with my emotions and my moods. Right now, I am happy. The skies are bright azure with fluffy white cirrus clouds, the trees are swaying with the tempo of the wind and I feel that I am being carried away even though my feet firmly planted on the soft viridian grass. I get goosebumps, a shiver runs down my spine and I surrender to the mistral of joy and happiness that now takes me above cumulonimbus.

A tempest grows in the distance and I am heading for dark clouds laced with regret and lugubriousness. Its as if one emotion has immediately shifted into another. I want to go back but I can't because either I am really high in the sky or too deep in my own muse. I face these dark clouds and I plunge through the storm head on. Imprinted on the clouds are the faces of people I've hated, people I've made fun of and people I had feelings for. They are now the signatures of my despair. The rain is hitting me with verve and I am struggling to wipe it off my face while I desperately parry my grief. Why fight it? I've always heard that the best way to get out is by going up, towards the heavens. And there, I went.

Now, all around me are the galaxies of luminous bodies that tends towards infinity. Has Moira led me here? The universe is massive and that itself is an understatement. Only when I am in this state of being am I able to grasp the magnificence of space and the worlds beyond. Only when I am in this state do I contemplate the wonders of nature and how we mistreat it. Only when I am in this state do I find sleep. *Click* *Thud*

My headphones have come off and my playlist is over.

Its tea time. I could well go for some biscuits right about now.