I lit my lighter
to fight fire with fire…
Only the cherries
remain extinguished
and I struggle
to distinguish
between fear, fantasy, and fun –
and the reality I
seek solace from.
Can’t hide forever,
wish though that I never
encountered the anti-good,
destroyer of innocence
ruination of childhood.
If only
my thoughts would stop
their uncouth amalgam of flop,
if I could just get past
my present
where it teeters on the cusp
of future life, barely within grasp –
Then I’d never have memories
of worry and strife;
Then again, I’d never
have discovered the pleasures
of life.
Still, what I wouldn’t willingly give
to detach from knowing
and knowledge
and to simply just
Live.
Kayfucius 