Lines Of A Retired Pessimist.

highly invisibly shaken
though the mind is stampeded with a lot of thoughts
Where does one summon hope from?
Can it be sold ? Can it be bought??
despair on one side of the coin ,
optimism on the other side
What will be my fate if I toss the coin?

Gazing at the moon while my shadow reflects
With disjointed music from Birds chattering and crickets chirping
What else could go wrong ?
Caught up in my feelings , emotions caving in
But like an iron rod I won’t just bend
Sad boys don’t fold , now you’re told

On a second thought my instinct tells me to hold my horses ,
wait a moment and make a memory of out of it
Even though when it’s time to say goodbye it’s not the end
It’s the beginning of a new phase
which is why when making my choice
I chose to be the fire that makes the clay stronger
and not the one that consumes the barn of the poor farmer

Words cannot do enough justice to how much winning is the goal
What will it be like when success starts to take it’s toll
That path is where I’ll like to take a long trip not just a stroll
Only if my melancholy alter ego appearance will forever stay cameo.