For some it comes with perpetual pain
With no sight of hopeful peace or gain
For some it comes with wisdom attained from age
Infinite free smiles before an unmaksed hidden rage
For some it comes with unconditional love
In mute exchanges of the emotional glove
For some it comes with blinding rest and sleep
Of private dreams pandering to the social heap
For some it comes with a six-string bending
Immolated souls in musical notes ascending
For some it comes within illusions of themselves
Narcissistic cries for attention in humanity’s fake encalves
For some it comes naturally
All facets of life faced gladly
For me it comes from my personal secretive yores & folklores
These eyes I’ve been gifted with will always see behind yours
I refuse your excuse
