Mother Life

I give birth to the rhymes
- Does it mean I’m fertile?
Ha-ha-ha. Oh, come on. This is Funny.
I mean, (being a kiddo myself)
Putting somebody’s youth on a shelf
Would be simply committing a crime.
Well, you know? You relate? Do you… Savvy?

All I think of is kisses and dimes,
And the endless moonshine and sunrise:
In eternal and NOT spotless mind.
But believe me, I don’t think I’m right, 
Cause who chooses this - feeling denied,
And rejected, and broken and blind
Like a  fool who is  running for miles
And still ends up on empty white lines
When there’s not even glimpse of glory.

So to whom in the end do you lie,
When your hands after all are SO tied
That the only thing left here to try
Is to laugh in the face of the Sky.
I am rightfully done. I am sorry.

And thats why to give up and resign
Is maturity. Choice. Not a “sign”
Of the beauty in legends and cries…
Let’s not end up like Lord of the Flies.

Dear Mother and Child,
Dear Mind,
By admitting awaited demise
I am foolishly getting devised
While completely changing a story.