Most of your steps will be wrong, like a clumsy dancer
tapping the woman, in the red dress, on the shoulder
who is waiting for the best man, with a perfect physique, and a form-fitting tuxedo.
Born to lose, the awkward man, tries
he doesn’t learn the lessons
life teaches him—
a jester for the crowd
a mockery of mediocrity
Doesn’t he have any dignity?
Why can’t he settle for 8th place, rather than trying to win this race?
Pride, keeps most of us in line
waiting for smooth timing
An awkward move, causes beauty to react
like a judge, sentencing you, to the gas chamber
We don’t do, we pretend to
Our ego elevates us, to artificial heights
fortune, scorns a loser, who courts fate
there are demarcations of destiny that decide nature’s way
and the rest
hold out their thumbs on the highway
A beautiful woman, decides a man’s future, like an expiring timeline
with so little time, he has to become what he wants, Now!
and who he is,
is so far away from what he has learned
that time laughs
like the crowd.
To ignore your place
like an inhospitable guest
who sits at the head of the table
ignoring the host
who convinces everyone
is to allow worms and fire to consume you
while you eat the feast in anonymity.
What good is your own mystery, if no one cares to read it?
What good is survival, if your peers are hitch-hikers, drug-dealers, and those with obscene sentences?
It really is, “Get Rich or Die Trying.”
The forces inside a man, pull-him-apart, so that he can re-form himself
Not to be right
but to be the kind of wrong
that can get
what he wants.
It isn’t in the getting, that gives him
what he desires
but the ability to hunt, and kill, what can’t be killed
to poach the king’s deer, and declare himself to be a king.
It is not for him, to talk to a common girl, and to have common children
And to live in a common house
It is to violate the common law
to steal away the woman in the red dress
to do, what he is not supposed to
Perhaps, he is possessed by Pride
like the devil, in red
His insane ego
wants to be