Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Frustration Guaranteed

Frustration Guaranteed

If hot headedness is you,
Then now's the time for some.
Cloudy minds and foggy deeds,
Bring on the challenge of ire.

Do you really expect sense,
On the land of the wild?
Under duress of a firey globe,
Flowers wilt and we all rage.

Days lived on the raw edge,
Coveting a sample of deceit.
Walking with a slanted gait,
No-one knows who will be late.

I once felt the tempest.
Crown sorely born onto temples.
Beating me for all I'm worth,
In a land of make-believe.