Nineteen

when is a fault not a fault?
when is the blame for a crack forgivable?
its seen as nothing wrong
when its lights are flashing right into your eyes.
so obvious,
why can't you see?
silence for the growth,
for the learning experience that
from the looks of it isn't coming.
it will hurt to know,
that the reason it drys up and gets
picked up by the wind,
is because of the line you chose,
of the immensely large circle.
yes, fault is not there
it seems that each step is a right one,
but to not bother about what each step looks like,
it kills the spirit,
weakens the sincerity,
burdens the heart.

isn't it obvious?
the word being used so frequently is 'obvious',
because there isn't another way to look at it.
when its repeated,
can you not sense the immense routine sigh,
premonition no more,
when its so predicted.
and yet, no blame
because wants and needs are different.
being contented, to hope for more when you want it,
it will just end with a dash to the heart.

who asks?
don't we all wish the others know what we want and just do it?
but we all know how horrendously futile that is,
some just don't understand the needs,
are no longer the wants.

hesitant, that is the outcome.
the fatigue sinks deep,
to bother when the reply is so dead,
so 'anything',
whether or not that be it,
its obvious whats expected,
nothing.

is it the priority? is it the placement?
or is it simply because the cut was too deep,
wound opened to be hurt again.
it is for no one to understand without explanation.

Is this the intention?
when you expect it, its going to come as it is.
when effort diminishes,
when expectations fall,
when the dealer becomes the 'object' of disappointment,
when drifting becomes fading,
when bother becomes pain,
when proving becomes hurt,
how can anything last?

or is it just misfortune?
is it just coincidence?
is it punishment?
we wonder won't we?
blame points its ugly fingers right
back at the heart,
'am i at fault?'
every inch you try to dust,
every speck a reason for failure.

lingering weakness,
what can we do with it but suppress?
cause human nature is the cure,
and human nature has expired.


nonchalant to the wonder