Kamikaze Rambler

In the early afternoon, or in the darkness of the night

I tread softly in the shadows, from the harshness of the light

Cause I know that you will hurt me, if you catch me in my sleep

And steal away the stories that are only mine to keep

And whisper revelations that are only lies to tell

Professing legalism and condemning me to Hell

 

In my dreams, I see the silhouette I know belongs to you

Reminding me of prophecies I’ve known to see me through

But fleeting infidelity is nothing now to fear

Commanding your democracy and for to keep you near

But nevermind the situation’s hold on what you wear

Respecting obligations, shall not be your cross to bear

 

Now, forever and a lifetime is now not enough to see

The bitter repercussions that collide with destiny

Forgiving all the debts, but holding high above the heads

Confronting all the demons lurking low, among the threads

And innocence is standing, but it stands alone in vain

Pretending to be controversial, simply by the name

 

In a melancholy rhythm, you meander through my mind

In consequence unlearning, and in seeking for to find

While never knowing—always—what the facts of life will tell

Pontificating proudly, madly; trying not to yell

And understanding laughter is not for the taste to come

Consider things uncertain, and you may’ve already won

 

Now, maintaining equilibrium and present state of mind

Inside of twisted silicone; may be a treasured find

So don’t forget your promises, and don’t forget your vows

Remember all your heres and theres and hows and thens and nows

If fickle coordination is reminding you of pain

I’ll be your complication if intentions are to blame   

 

Vincent J. Vera