Failure And I

[MisterPoetry]

Why are the wise so wonderfully out of reach?
I could use some insight before hindsight awakens from its slumber
and easily points out everything I plainly forgot to notice
my nearsightedness doesnt explain why all these close by problems are out of focus
or why I can see that hope is still way off in the distance
at any given instant I'm liable to snap back into remission
and back track away from my destination right back to the arms of my mistress
see failure and I have this ongoing on again off again relationship
I can't seem to get away and shes stubborn in letting me go
its not that I love her, I loathe her but theres a thin line between the two
sometimes I get confused and the meaning for both emotions get twisted
and when I'm alone again searching for hopes beauty, I start to miss the connection
that failure and I shared when we were cuddling all those cold nights
but once we fell asleep I'd be cold again cuz she steals all the covers
and I'm left wondering why I ever even thought I loved her
but no matter how long I leave her for she accepts me with open arms
and I guess all I really want is the attention she almost always never gives
she told me if you love something set it free
and gave me a bicycle with no crank to take off on
which is why I'm still here in her driveway pedalling pointlessly
what a vicious cycle shes put me through, around, and on
its just hard to drop the pedalling, grab my things and walk where i belong...

 

[rewiiired]

my nearsightedness doesnt explain why all these close by problems are out of focus
or why I can see that hope is still way off in the distance
I like these two lines a lot, not only because I can relate but because you've just posed two questions which seem to answer one another. I've often seen life as this enormous, magnificent painting filled with diverse colors and elaborate detail -- and we're tiny little people with our faces slammed up against it. All we see is blurry -- our "problems are out of focus". The nearsightedness that comes with being in life, with being human, IS the explanation for the lack of focus, for the blur of chaos you seem to be describing. Hope is way off in the distance because that's where you need to be to get a good look at the bigger picture. It's happened to me occasionally; I've been thrown or dragged back by this and that and was finally able to see that magnificent painting and my place in it: a small, but significant place, just like everyone. I can see my problems clearly and solutions reveal themselves, if only I take the courage to put my Will to work to manifest them. I think the only hope is to travel the distance to take a look at that bigger picture.

I can't seem to get away and shes stubborn in letting me go
its not that I love her, I loathe her but theres a thin line between the two
sometimes I get confused and the meaning for both emotions get twisted
and when I'm alone again searching for hopes beauty, I start to miss the connection
that failure and I shared when we were cuddling all those cold nights
I like how you said there's "a thin line" between love and hate, and how matter how far you go looking for hope you always end up falling in the ever-waiting arms of your maiden, failure. I can certainly relate to a lot of this... along with failure, I think I've got fairly good relations with lady hopelessness, and perhaps miss convenience.
Keep living up to your name, man. This is good stuff.

 

[MisterPoetry]

thank you for your time spent reading and responding to this....much appreciated

 

[*SuGarCaNdy*]

I could use some insight before hindsight awakens from its slumber
I really like this line. So often we look back on things we've done and say to ourselves "why didn't I know then what I know now"
I would say that failure is not totally ecompassing you when you have the ability to write beautiful pieces like this :D
*~Sugar~*