Monologue

Monologue

I close my eyes and close the book
The head has thought, the ink has dried
About the things that are, that might
The wonders I for granted took

A voice that tells me to think straight
A pain that tells me to move on
A thought of hope that was quick gone
A dream that felt so real, so great

Let’s be no fool just for a while
Your heart is pure, that I agree
To happiness that’s not the key
You’re honestly just thoughts, no smile

Your landmarks are less than impressive
Your name has no sweet ring to it
You fear the life with every bit
You paint dark pictures too obsessive

You challenge everything that’s true
Forgot to know where is your place
And have you even seen your face?
The things you put your people through.

You know I don’t mean to be rude
But honesty you do deserve
You get on everybody’s nerve
Your closest friends it does include.

“You see”, I slowly speak out loud
“The things you say, just make me - Me”
“I am no masterpiece, agreed
But don’t you think that makes me proud?”

“I am my little piece of art
With scratches, tears
and hopes and fears
But this is how good stories start”