Oh wrapper; sweet shiny and pointy wrapper;
How simple is your nature.
You wait with your brothers and sisters side by side inside of the box
Waiting for something you do not know.
I weep for you if you know your end.
Pulled out of your home and torn off your package,
Tossed onto the floor and left to sit, glimmering in odd shapes.
Your purpose has been served;
Yet you must exist until you return to particles.
Or maybe someone will see you in your mishapeness,
And find new purpose for you;
You become a bookmark for the pages of novels,
Reminding someone of their place within the story with your gleam.
You are wrapped around others like you,
And tossed from person to person,
Your collective points and bumps sparking joy.
You are folded into the shapes of something,
More alive, more free like a bird or frog.
Do you rejoice?
Do you mourn?
Do you adore your constantness,
Or do you despise it?
Can you hear what I tell you,
And do you hate me for it?
You are naught but paper and foil,
Yet you still retain purpose.
i wish i could draw,
i wish i had the ability to capture the exact moment in which our eyes lock
but for now all i can do is stare with my mouth agape.
perhaps i could take a dive
into the deep ocean that are your irises
i could wade through muddy waters, the forest of trees reflecting its color on the lake
light bending as a wave ripples through me, distorting the colors to blur into a striking hazel tone.
an artist makes it seem so simple,
somehow containing the aura of an entire human being onto a page with just a few marks from their pencil.
but even a mural would fail to do you justice.
i have so much to say
and yet my words evaporate the second i put pen to paper.
you were supposed to be molded by masters of clay and marble,
never to be poisoned by my trembling hands
i wish i could draw
if i could just show you what i see, maybe you would understand
why it makes me so terrified.
but i can’t draw.
one day I'll run away to Acapulco
away from problems
away from worries
away from old foes who thought to oppose
I'll hide away all of it down in Acapulco
As time passes I'll forget those pains
the memories of my old problems shall slowly fade
but with those the memories of joy and my love
with which I forgot to cherish a long time ago
that is a sacrifice I am willing to take
to get away from the things I hate
a trade of pros and cons
where I am left empty with everything now gone
In Acapulco I'll experience beauty
my eyes open to the world
I'll love my life in Acapulco
I'll cherish it all through my days
I see it's beauty
as it all surrounds me
the green in it's trees
the blue of it's seas
But time is inevitable and it passes again
with it goes Acapulco drifting away
my eyes adjust and it's colors now fade
it's forests now brown
it's waters now grey
I witness it live
Acapulco losing it's life
and as I live mine
troubles follow close behind
As I experience the troubles of Acapulco
the memories flood in
all the troubles of the life that I had once lived
but with it the joys which with time were hid
I realize the beauties of my old life
the colors fade in
I'll return to the states
with a pair of new eyes
a better look on life
through the experience of two lives
I return to my old problems
I take them from a different vantage
solving opposed to running
fighting opposed to forgetting
I know now there's no running
that problems are inevitable
and the only point of running
is to learn you can't run at all
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