you know, i’m not too much into drama
theatrics doesn’t attract me -
call me old fashion but tradition doesn’t scare me.
it doesn’t scare but it doesn’t appeal either,
so i don’t know what i’m after, really.
you know, it was broken and mended but
the cracks don’t fade away.
it beats all the same but the beat seems too hard
to be soft sometimes and easy in some ways.
it struggles through the pressure but darling,
it doesn’t seem to mind.
it has a sense of humour, this heart of mine.
the expression of depression, my, it has never
bothered me! the theatrics and the antics of the
actors in the hustle of emotion never seem to affect me.
much do i prefer the peace in quiet of the chaos
inside of me, inside of us, inside of you.
chaos? chaos, you could say, or in some ways,
the desperate anarchy of feelings -
raging, raving, this rumbling ruckus that we feel.
stony, we feel.