Walking Contradiction
Just because I don’t know what to think anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.
My silence should not indicate lack of opinion, but contentedness in being my own secret-keeper.
Not being sure of my destination, does not indicate that I am astray;
Even though I wonder if it’s all in my head, I remain aware that it is all very misleading.
Not knowing happiness, it is more common than you would assume.
Aloof I may seem, but I am actually just aching, shaking and solitary.
They say life is rough and unfair, but I fail to recall signing up for this;
This crazy short-lived voyage, distinguished by disaster.
Sharp winding bends in the road, pointy rocks beyond the ledge;
Sending a boy to do a man’s job, a fatal mistake,
A waste of time, which will be waged.
We are granted that one guarantee, my friends, well-wishers and foes alike:
Nothing is ever as it seems, and life always gets the last laugh.
Although things are forever fluctuating, it is more often that people change,
It is nothing personal; we are just wired to operate that way.
My silence should not indicate lack of opinion, but contentedness in being my own secret-keeper.
Not being sure of my destination, does not indicate that I am astray;
Even though I wonder if it’s all in my head, I remain aware that it is all very misleading.
Not knowing happiness, it is more common than you would assume.
Aloof I may seem, but I am actually just aching, shaking and solitary.
They say life is rough and unfair, but I fail to recall signing up for this;
This crazy short-lived voyage, distinguished by disaster.
Sharp winding bends in the road, pointy rocks beyond the ledge;
Sending a boy to do a man’s job, a fatal mistake,
A waste of time, which will be waged.
We are granted that one guarantee, my friends, well-wishers and foes alike:
Nothing is ever as it seems, and life always gets the last laugh.
Although things are forever fluctuating, it is more often that people change,
It is nothing personal; we are just wired to operate that way.
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******I wrote this for my English class. It (with the proper formatting that is not showing up here) is technically an Anglo-Saxon style poem. Without the formatting, I suppose it's just a free-verse poem.