influx

Felicity

some days i feel like a receiver
for messages and feelings
that i don't want to get
but daily i am bombarded
with words and songs
and somehow a shiver electric
that wants to stroke me
and tell me everything's alright
i don't want to trust it
because i already have
and it was magical in its day
just letting it all happen
with not a worry that i was wrong
some days i feel like a broken record
with repeated conversations
that i don't want to have
but in defense of my dignity
i struggle to explain
even though you are laughing
at my pitiful attempts
to wriggle free of the binds
confusion confused confuck
it's hysterical to you
that anyone even can be bothered
to answer you let alone reason
with the swirling mass of your brain
some days i feel like a beacon
shining steadily
nothing can change what's good
no matter how the invisible knife
tries to find this heart
you can't hurt me now
i know i am right with it all
and what i truly feel
offering you the best of me
without getting yours
is disgraceful and cunning
but i understand
you have no conscience
but are very good at pretending
some days i feel so special
because i see things so clear
i no longer wonder
why no one else can
they only see what they wish
and are driven by greed
they have forgotten to be
what nature intended
a beautiful and peaceful being
able to trust
and be free
they always want
something of someone else
instead of going it alone
i can see why you are bitter
and torn between
you can't be like me
so you act like me
in hopes of knowing
a pure place