I was a peg-legged villain

I was a peg-legged villain,

Lips the colour of Purple Rain,

Rocks wedged into my summer heels,

Heavy as Tin Man without a heart.

 

I would never steal another – no.

I could never get in the way.

You never had to worry girl,

I could never be that way.

 

It was impossible to place one foot after the other,

To make my descent onto the concrete tether –

The eminent ending of a decade of our youth.

 

I may be caught in traffic, yes, 

But I was more trapped in my darkness,

My perfectly nostalgic and passionate madness.

My hands were sweating profusely. 

Under the grip of my wheel, I ached anxiously.

 

I knew I was late,

But I wanted the past to linger, just a little longer.

I wanted the moment to progress, just a little slower.

 

I would never steal another – no.

I could never get in the way.

You never had to worry girl,

I could never be that way.

 

Never will I be bitter.

It’s a personal battle more than a heartache.

The heart alway knew,

But the mind rejected the truth;

For so long, I rejected my reality

Towards you.

 

I could never steal another – no. 

I would never get in the way.

You never had to worry girl,

I could never be that way.

 

Forgive me for my tardiness, my friend,

On your special day. 

I forgot how to drive,

The year was grim, my hair was grey.

 

Know that it’s a love that will never be

Because it cannot be so. 

The heart knew, but the mind said no.

The heart grew heavy – yes.

But the mind was stubborn so. 

 

I cry here tonight

Because I never lost you.

No. I never had you.

Because…

 

I could never steal another – no.

I would never get in the way.

You never had to worry girl,

I could never betray. 

 

I sit in wonder tonight

Because I never lost you.

The heart knew,

But it refused to acknowledge you.

Because…

 

I could never steal another,

I would never get in the way.

You never had to worry boy,

No – I refuse to love you that way.  

Don’t buy into the illusion – does it matter anyway?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the term “illusion” lately, what it is and how we define it. 

How can we differentiate illusion from reality and is there such a thing as illusion vs reality? I see illusion and reality as being interchangeable. Reality might be an illusion and illusion might be reality. 

There’s a saying that goes, “Don’t buy into the illusion”. But, what if that illusion is actually reality? 

There’s also reality and then there’s YOUR reality.  How do we differentiate those two – or should we?

Part of me sees life as an illusion all to itself anyway and I think that how we feel at a specific moment and time is oftentimes dismissed by the limited view that’s being constructed for you by others as opposed to by you and that little voice inside your head that tells you , hey, this might definitely just be an illusion. But what if it isn’t, and we went with our own reality for once instead?  Can’t there be validity in our own truth? I think there can, we just choose to ignore it and think of the worse instead of savouring that moment. 

Nothing ever stays the same. Savour those moments of bliss while you can.

But then, truth be told, there’s illusions I really don’t buy into: 

-materialism (it won’t make you happier)

-money (it won’t make you “richer”) and

-degrees (they won’t make you smarter). :P

That’s all. Happy Weekend.