INFATUATED

                                                   

Time gives us joy, the smiles and the moments of rue
and then asks me, what really, is happiness to you?

What an engaging question dear dimension,
I begin to ponder, now that you abruptly mention.

Not the Perfect life, for it is conspicuous by absence,
Or maybe it is right here, no, that would make no sense!

I leave behind the reason, the sense of right and wrong,
I have been bent and bogged down for far too long.

I long happiness, but despise its servitude
It makes you numb, bereft of all gratitude.

The anger, the chaos, the contempt and the bliss
What a shame it would be, for any of it to go amiss.

Charmed, All I want is to romance life,
blithely cavort through all my loss, all my strife.

I will trip, I will fail, but I won’t be hounded
what will be my worth, if I am wary of being confounded?

I want to be free of my sins, my successes, I will sell
for it is all right here, not in your heaven, not in your hell.

And Time, my only dear friend,
Been by my side from my beginning to my end.

Yet, I wonder, if your fidelity is still,
to what you give birth, you eventually kill.

Kill me, but then, slay me again, as I may never die
for I am too inspired, far too infatuated, to just wave goodbye...

 -14.12.2011