Easier

If you really want to understand,
To see
Where a person lacks integrity
Listen
To the words they choose
To the temper they lose
Every word has multiple meanings
And every word gives away
Its definitions
In the way it sounds
In the way it was constructed
And in the way they chose
The context of the crafted prose

We all get what we came here for
Our hands hold the only guilt
For opening each of these doors
Its the difference between
The mistake
And holding onto the belief
That you didn’t make it
Retrospect and hindsight aligned
The proof following in the unfolding of time
In the so many ways

I've so often lost my way

So many of the harmful influences
I’ve time and again allowed in
So many of the illusions
Where I've put on the blinders
And believed them in
I sit and watch it all
The past playing like
Black and white projections
Upon the wall
The friends come, gone,
And come again…
The love come, gone,
And come again…
The potential come, gone,
And come again…
But the tiger doesn’t change his stripes
And the angst ridden boys
Can’t let go of the strife
But like they say
Can’t lives on wont street
And no matter how much you'd like to
You’re never quite able
To wish that away

It’s obvious

That the most of us
Don’t ever really ‘grow up’
We simply choose a direction
And unfortunately
Through the recapitulation of the path
And the recabitchulation of the wrath
I've come to realize
That the hate

Has always been
Easier

ⓒ 2010 Shawn Michael Quinn